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  •        Pamela was involved in a car accident that caused her to lose her memory.

  •        Angela saw her ex-boyfriend Alex McCarty at her mother's memorial service.
April 6, 2013
Written By: Josh Hawkins
Coming Soon on All Or Nothing
  •        Jodi and April discuss Jodi's relationship with Bradley.
  •        Preston makes an announcement that surprises Natasha.
  •       It's Election Night in River's Edge and a new mayor is finally elected.
    Friday, March 29, 2013 - The Southern River Hotel - 6:45AM (CST)
    "Regardless of whether or not we used to love one another the things you did to me should have prevented this from
    happening. I'm not supposed to love a man who could lay his hands on me," she told him, "and I'm sure as hell not
    supposed to want to sleep with him ever again!"

    Alex didn't know what to say to that. The fact of the matter was that they both knew it was the truth. He sat down on the
    edge of the bed with his back to her when he finally was able to speak.

    "I know that I hurt you. It's the worst thing that I've ever done in my life Angela and I live with that every single day of my life.
    I am ashamed of the way I acted and even more ashamed of what I did to you," he admitted. "But I've changed...I'm not
    that man anymore."

    Angela cut her eyes at him and shook her head, "That's nice to hear and all Alex, but I don't know that for certainty. You're
    sitting there telling me that you've changed but let's face facts here - you have said all of this before. I can't even count
    how many times I begged you to quit drinking and you didn't. You promised me over and over and over Alex that you
    would change but you never did. So please give me another reason as to why I should trust what you say now?"

    The room fell silent. After several minutes Angela wiped away her tears and walked across the room to retrieve her
    clothes.

    "This was a mistake," she said as she turned to face him. "Go home Alex. Go back to Dallas and forget that you ever saw
    me again, because that's what I'm going to do."
    He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged, "I asked Sabrina last night. Leslie and I are staying with your father
    and her until we can find a house or an apartment or something..."

    "Or something? That's nice," she smirked. "You know perhaps instead of you showing up on my front lawn at seven-thirty
    in the morning unannounced and in secret you should be out looking for a house or something," she arched her eyebrow
    at him, "for your family. Do you mind telling me why exactly you're here Luke? I have a daughter who needs to be dropped
    off at school and I have a job that I need to get to as well."

    "I certainly didn't come here to annoy you April," he had picked up on her tone. "I came to apologize for the way I acted at
    the memorial service. You were right I must have just mistaken you for someone else."

    "Just like I said you had."

    "Yeah. I was out of line and I thought I should come over and let you know that. Especially now that we're family and all. I
    don't want you to be uncomfortable around me by any means."

    She shook her head, "Thank you for saying that. I don't want there to be any awkwardness between us either and trust
    me when I say if I did meet you I would have remembered."

    "I'll take that as a compliment..." he blushed a little, "I think."

    "That's how it was intended. Listen I wish I could stay and chat more with you I have to get going," April told him. "Emily's
    already going to be late for school as it is."

    "Emily?" he questioned immediately. "That's your niece?"

    "No," April shook her head. "You should really have Leslie give you the 411 on the family Luke. Emily's my daughter," she
    pointed to the car. "My baby girl."

    "Of course." Luke waived to Emily and then looked back to April. "She's pretty."
    Sabrina Davis Bradshaw emerged from the on-suite master bathroom and looked across the
    room at her sleeping husband. She hated that she had to wake him, but it was nearly eight
    o'clock and he not only had a meeting with Cricket Carter-Hawkins at nine he had a full
    schedule for the rest of the weekend.

    "Andrew..." she squatted down next to the bed and light kissed his forehead. "Honey it's almost
    eight...you need to get up and take a shower. Cricket's going to freak out if you're late to your
    meeting with her. In fact she's probably going to call just to make sure you're awake."

    Before Andrew could even answer his wife and begin to emerge from his slumber his cell
    phone began to chirp on the nightstand.
    Sabrina laid her head against Andrew's chest. "Well you're right about the craziness starting. Cricket has an agenda for
    everyone in the family, including Isabella now," she laughed. "Andrew are you sure you're ready for this? No one would be
    upset if you decided that you didn't want to continue on with the election. Especially when you consider everything we've
    been through the last few months."

    "What are you talking about?" he asked. "Of course I want to continue with the election. Why wouldn't I?"

    "All that I'm saying Andrew is that we've just went through a traumatic ordeal with your mother. I'm concerned that you're
    trying to do to much right now. I don't think you've had a chance to properly deal with Pamela's death."

    "How should I be dealing with her death Sabrina, properly?" he snapped at her. "The last time I check there wasn't a
    manual that explained how to do that, at least there wasn't when my son died."

    "Don't do that," Sabrina warned him. "Don't get defensive with me and take that tone when all I am trying to do Andrew is
    to help you. I'm your wife," she reminded him. "It's my job to be concerned about these things and when I am bring them
    to your attention."

    "I know that you're my wife," he smiled, "you never have to remind me of that Sabrina and I didn't mean to get defensive."
    He kissed her forehead and then wrapped his arms around her. "The only way I know how to begin to process my
    mother's death is to stay busy and go win this damn election. When my father died it devastated me to the core," he
    explained. "I didn't stay focused on what was important in my life and if I let that happen again...it would be detrimental to
    our marriage."

    "Well we both know how important you winning this election was to your mother," she sighed. "Listen I just want you to
    make sure you're taking care of yourself and if you need me for anything I want you to tell me."

    Sabrina climbed out of the bed and handed him his cell phone, "You need to call Cricket back and I have to get to work."

    Andrew shook his head like a sly fox and grinned up at her. "The only thing you need to do right now is get back in this
    bed..." he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the bed.
    "Oh look," Sabrina held the phone up for him.

    Andrew rolled his eyes, "I think she has this placed bugged." He sat up in the bed and moved
    to the center so Sabrina could join him. "She can wait," he hit the ignore button on the phone. "I
    want you to come lay down here next to me."

    "Andrew!" she protested. "I don't have time for that this morning..." Sabrina giggled. "I just got
    Brayden on the bus and I have to finish getting dressed."

    "All that can wait," he pulled her into the bed next to him. "I just want to have a few minutes
    alone with my beautiful and supportive wife before all the craziness begins today."
    She ran her fingers through her hair and closed her eyes. Mentally she decided to get up and take a shower. "It was a
    dream," she continued to try and convince herself. "Just a..."

    "Did I hear you hollering at me just now?" Preston appeared in the doorway with a tray of food. "I thought about hollering
    back but I wasn't sure if you would hear me," he smiled.

    Natasha bolted upright and huge smile wiped across her face. "You're really here?" she questioned. "It wasn't a dream?
    You're really here?"

    "Yes I'm really here," he sat the tray down on the dresser and then climbed into the California king size bed next to her. "It
    wasn't a dream," Preston whispered. "But being here with you last night was a dream come true." He turned her chin to
    him and lightly kissed her lips ever so delicately. "I made you some breakfast with what I was able to find in your pathetic,
    sad and empty kitchen."

    She reached up and stroked his cheek. "I've been busy..." her voice cracked and she smiled. "I've been lonely these last
    few months and I hate to admit it but scared too. I've missed you so much Preston," Natasha told him as she fought back
    tears of both joy and sorrow. "You have no idea what you being here means to me."
    Alex McCarty had tossed and turned all night long. There was something about the suite at The
    Southern River Hotel that made him feel uncomfortable or maybe it was the bed he thought as
    he sat up and looked around the room for her - his bedmate from the night before. He found
    her perched by the window staring down at the river.

    "Hey. What are you doing over there?" he asked. "Come back to bed." Alex told her and when
    she didn't respond he questioned, "How long have you been awake?"

    "Long enough to know that last night was a mistake," Angela replied as her mind reeled with
    confusion. "I've been standing here thinking about how I let this happen," she gestured
    towards the bed. "Damnit!" she cursed.

    Alex climbed out of bed and reached for his boxer briefs on the floor. He knew better than to go
    near her because it would only make things ten times worse than she thought they already
    were so he kept a respectable and safe distance.

    "I know you Angela and you weren't thinking about how you let this happen," he said from
    across the room, "you were over analyzing the situation. You're putting too much thought into
    what happened. This isn't that uncommon you know, we were two people who loved one
    another..."

    "You hit me!" she screamed at him as their eyes met. "You busted my lip. You gave me a black
    eye. You fractured my cheekbone. You sent me to the emergency room for Christ sake Alex,"
    she told him.
    Sabrina sat down at her desk and reached for a manila folder labeled as things for her to sign. She was just about to
    start the tedious paperwork when her assistant appeared in her doorway and announced, "Ma'am there's someone here
    to see you and she doesn't have an appointment."

    "Okay. Does this woman, I'm assuming, have a name?"

    "She does," the assistant answered. "Ma'am it's Jacqueline Vanderbilt-Campbell."

    The name piqued Sabrina's interest and she couldn't help but smile. The first and only time that she had ever met the
    woman they went at one another like two alley cats fighting over the last can of tuna.

    "Shall I have her make an appointment and return at another time?"

    "No! Absolutely not," Sabrina told her. "You will do no such thing. If the one and only Jacqueline Vanderbilt-Campbell has
    come all this way to see me then by all means send her in. I cannot wait to find out what it is that she wants."
    Jacqueline nodded her head, "I wouldn't expect anything less from you Sabrina," she told her. "And before I go I have to
    admit that there is an ulterior motive for my being here this morning..."

    "I knew it! I knew it!" Sabrina clapped her hands in the air and smiled. "I knew you were up to something. You came in
    here knowing full well that you were going to ask me for something didn't you? What was all that apology business about
    Jacqueline? Were you just trying to butter me and hope that I wouldn't notice when you, what, asked me to put the job
    offer back on the table?"

    She rolled her eyes, "My apology was sincere and truthful Sabrina. I do feel bad about some of the things I said to you.
    But yes I want to know if the job offer you made me in Chicago is still on the table. Because if it is then I would like very
    much to be considered as for the role of Chief Financial Officer here at BC."

    "And you seem to think that you and I can coexist with one another?" Sabrina questioned. "You're not going to have
    issues working with me and taking orders from me?"

    "For the record I won't," Jacqueline stated. "In fact I welcome the opportunity to work for Phillip's company again. I only
    hope that you'll still have me."

    Sabrina thought for a moment, "Okay. I'll have the lawyers draw up the contracts and send them to you next week after the
    election."

    "Good. I look forward to working with you," Jacqueline stated as she took her leave and Sabrina wondered if she had just
    in fact made a deal with the wicked witch of the east.
    "Honestly I came to extend an olive branch to you," Jacqueline revealed. "I've spent quite a bit of
    time thinking about how I acted when we first met and I'll be perfectly honest I'm ashamed of
    myself. I not only came across as rude and superior, I was offensive and brazen with you,
    someone that I didn't even know. I came to extend an apology to you Sabrina and it's my hope
    that you'll accept it."

    She thought for a minute and then leaned forward, "I'll accept your apology Jacqueline but I
    certainly hope that you didn't come here with the intent of getting one from me because that's
    not about to happen.I found you to be all of those things that you've already said in addition to
    be quite unprofessional. I wasn't raised to back down from a fight and I never have. When
    someone attacks like you did, I attack back ten fold.
    "Hey I didn't expect to see you here," Caleb Campbell dropped his backpack just inside his
    apartment. "Is everything okay with Alexandra? She's not hurt again is she?"

    Mariah Cortez smiled up at him from the sofa, "She's fine. There's nothing that you need to be
    worried about. But there is something that you do need to know Caleb and I think it's going to
    be best if you hear it from Alexandra."

    "Oh there you are Caleb. I thought I heard you," Alexandra emerged from the one and only
    bedroom in the apartment.

    Months earlier Alexandra had been shipped to a state run facility in Havre de Grace when
    Caleb visited her. Horrified by what he had seen Caleb petitioned the courts to be declared her
    legal guardian and he moved her into his one bedroom apartment on the east side of town.
    Since then Alexandra had taken up residency in the bedroom, while he made due on the
    pullout sofa each night. It wasn't the ideal situation, but if the truth were known he didn't mind it
    - Alexandra however did...quite a bit.

    "What are you doing with a suitcase?" he questioned.

    "Well that's what we have to talk about Caleb. Sit down." Alexandra told him. "I decided that I'm
    moving out today. I think if we're both honest with one another, then we can admit I wore out my
    welcome a long time ago Caleb."

    "You're moving out? And Mariah you knew about this?"
    "Now don't be mad at her," Alexandra told him. "But yes she knew. In fact she's the one who ultimately helped me to
    decide it was time."

    Caleb cut his eyes at Mariah. "I thought we agreed that you were going to stay with me until you remembered..." he
    paused, "Alexandra have you remembered something? Is that why you're packing because you finally remembered who
    you are?" he smiled in anticipation of her answer.

    "No. I'm still as clueless as I was the day you found me son," Alexandra told him. "But I've decided that it's time for me to
    get out of your hair. A boy your age doesn't needs a woman old enough to be his grandmother hanging around his
    apartment day and night, that much I do know."

    "I told you that you could stay with me as long as you needed," Caleb reminder her. "Where are you going to go?" He
    turned to Mariah and questioned, "You're not taking her back to that damn facility are you? Because Alexandra you're not
    going back there!"

    "Caleb! Caleb! Calm down," Mariah told him. "I'm not taking her to the facility that's the last place I would ever take her. My
    aunt has a diner downtown the Havre de Grace Ritz...you remember the three of us have been there a few times. Anyway
    she's in need of a waitress so I suggested Alexandra."

    "You can waitress?" Caleb asked Alexandra. "Seriously?"
    April Bradshaw closed the front door behind and watched as Emily ran to the car. She
    somehow managed to balance her purse, briefcase and a cup of coffee as she headed down
    the steps of her porch. Just as she was almost to her car she saw Luke Stevenson making his
    way up the front lawn. She opened the back door of her SUV, dropped off her items and started
    to walk towards him.

    "Emily get buckled up," she called back to her daughter. "I need to see what your Aunt Leslie's
    husband wants with me at this time of the morning and then we'll be well on our way..." she
    sighed at the thought of Emily being late once again.

    "Good morning. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time," Luke smiled. "I was hoping that I could
    have a few minutes with you..."

    "It's seven-thirty in the morning on a school day," April told him, "so I would say that you've pretty
    much caught me at one of the most worst times possible. Plus if I didn't know better I would
    say that you're borderline stalking me Luke. Does my aunt know that you're here right now?"

    "She does not," Luke answered. "I was on my way to meet with a real estate agent about some
    office space in downtown this morning and I was thinking about our conversation last night.."

    "Oh you mean the one where you insisted that you knew me and then proceeded to call me a
    liar when I said we've never met?" April snapped. "And if Leslie doesn't know that you're here
    how exactly did you find out where I lived? And don't even try to give me some bullshit answer
    because i will know if you're lying."
    Friday, March 29, 2013 - April Bradshaw's Residence - 7:30AM (CST)
    Friday, March 29, 2013 - Andrew & Sabrina Bradshaw's Residence - 7:55AM (CST)
    Natasha rolled over in her bed and felt the warmth of the sun from the plantation shutters on
    her body. She wondered what time it was and as she she reached for her phone the
    memories of the night before came rushing back to her like a tidal wave on the beach.
    Immediately she sat up in bed and looked over next to her. Much to her dismay,
    disappointment and shock she found no one there...no Preston and for all intense and
    purposes it appeared as though no one had even slept there last night.

    "Preston!" she sat upright in the bed and called out. "Preston!" she called out his name for a
    second time but when there was no response she decided it must have been a dream and
    Natasha collapsed back on the pillows. "A dream," she softly said to herself and shook her
    head, "that's all it was Natasha a silly, stupid dream!"
    Friday, March 29, 2013 - Natasha Garrett Bradshaw's Residence - 8:35AM (CST)
    "And you met Pamela..." Natasha smiled. "She was quite the hellcat but I loved her quite a bit," she admitted.

    "So this morning when I was in the newspaper that her funeral was today I knew I had to come see you. I wasn't sure
    how well I would be received though," Preston admitted.

    "What? Did you not think I would happy to see you?" she asked as she pulled away from his hold. "Why would you even
    say something like that? I'm very happy that you're here Preston. In fact I think this is the happiest that I've been since the
    last time I was with you. I can't believe you were worried I wouldn't be thrilled to see you."

    "So it's safe to assume then you've missed me just as much as I've missed you?"

    Natasha lifted his arm up and cuddled up closer to him than she had ever done with any other man in her life. "It's very
    safe to assume that Preston. You have no idea how difficult the last few months have been for me," she told him. "Then
    Pamela's death..." Natasha shook her head. "You don't even want to know how many times I wanted to call your or come
    running back to Canto to see you. To say that I've missed you is the understatement of the century. For me it doesn't
    matter how you got here or how long you even intend to stay...I just want you to hold me right now. Hold me close and
    hold me tighter than you've ever held another women before," she told him.
    He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Natasha leaned forward
    to kiss his hand and when she leaned back she could feel his warm breath on her neck and it
    sent shivers down her back.

    "I woke up and you weren't here. I thought..." she sighed. "It doesn't matter what I thought, I'm
    just glad...relieved," Natasha corrected herself, "that you're here. How did you know that
    anything was wrong?"

    Preston ran his hand down her arm. "I met Pamela late last year," he told her. "It was after you
    had left. I saw a car parked in front of the cabin and I raced over there like a child on Christmas
    morning."
    Friday, March 29, 2013 - The Bradshaw Corporation, Sabrina's Office - 9:50AM (CST)
    "This is quite the surprise. I can't even begin to imagine what has brought you to River's Edge. I would say that it's lovely
    to see you but then I think we both know I would be lying," Sabrina said as she stood from her chair.

    Jacqueline strolled about Sabrina's office. She took in the picturesque view of downtown and the river before she finally
    sat down in one of the chairs directly in front of the desk. "I came to town for Pamela's memorial service," she explained.
    "I'm rather surprised that you didn't see me there yesterday."

    "There were so many people there," Sabrina shrugged. "Plus I wasn't focused on the attendees so much as I was my
    husband and his family. I'm surprised you came all this way I didn't think you and Pamela got along with one another?"

    "Well Pamela and I definitely didn't see eye to eye on several things, but Phillip was good to me when I first started out in
    this business and I suppose by extension Pamela was too."

    Sabrina sat back down in her leather executive chair and draped one leg over the other. "So you came back for the old
    battle axe's funeral, but now I'm curious as to why you're here in my office."
    Friday, March 29, 2013 - The Bradshaw Corporation, Sabrina's Office - 10:00AM (CST)
    Friday, March 29, 2013 - Havre de Grace, Maryland - Caleb's Apartment - 11:25AM (EST)
    "This isn't goodbye Caleb..." she turned to Mariah, "Three months later and I still remember his name...that's what my
    therapist calls progress!" she winked. "Now come on you need to help me carry this suitcase downstairs and then I want
    you to ride over to the new place with me. Maybe move some furniture or something."

    "Okay," Caleb gave in. "Mariah do you have the address?" he asked as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway
    followed by Mariah.

    "Yeah it is...421 Saint John Street," she answered him as Alexandra froze where she stood. "You have everything
    Alexandra? Alexandra..." she turned around and saw her standing in the middle of the living room with a blank look on
    her face. "Is everything okay?"


    "No. No everything is not okay," she made eye contact with the both of them - the only two friends she had in the entire
    world at the moment. "Caleb I think you should call my therapist and see if he can see me today," she instructed. "I just
    remembered something and it has to do with Saint John..." she shook her head and smiled. "Oh my God I just
    remembered something!"
    "Well hell son it can't be that difficult. Someone tells me what they want to eat and I write it
    down. I may not know who the hell I am but I know how to read and write," Alexandra smiled.
    "Anyway Mariah's aunt is going to let me rent a room for her in exchange for me working in the
    café."

    "That sounds all well and good but you don't have to leave," he told her. "I told you that you
    could stay here for as long as you need."

    Alexandra walked across the room and patted him on the cheek, "And I'll be forever grateful for
    that. But taking care of a woman in her sixties or seventies or however old am is not your
    responsibility," she laughed.