The upcoming week opens with a tense, almost surreal mood spreading across Los Angeles—one that hasn’t been felt in a long time. People gather not out of affection or unity, but out of tangled emotions: duty, confusion, resentment, and unresolved heartbreak. For all the chaos Luna caused—placing Steffy, Sheila, Li, and even Finn in danger—there is still an unshakable fact: she was family. A troubled daughter, a granddaughter burdened by choices that spun her life out of control. And despite everything, her relatives choose to acknowledge her final farewell with a sense of dignity.

The emotional pull begins immediately. Luna’s funeral is arranged as a quiet, almost secretive event. No cameras, no public spotlight. The Forresters and the Spencers deliberately stay away, while her fractured bloodline steps quietly into a small chapel to say goodbye. Li enters first, her posture stiff, her expression cold and unyielding. Sheila follows, her face carefully composed, though sorrow and guilt flicker beneath the tough exterior. Finn walks behind them, torn between obligation and genuine grief, unsure how to process any of it.

None of them can imagine what will unfold before the service ends—or how deeply it will reshape their lives.

The ceremony itself is heavy, almost suffocating in its stillness. Li sits like stone, arms rigidly crossed, her eyes reflecting years of disappointment she refuses to verbalize. Sheila stares at the sealed casket with a complicated blend of emotions—anger, regret, and the ache of a mother who lost control long ago. Finn keeps his gaze down, feeling the weight of all that has happened pressing against his chest.

“You didn’t have to end this way,” he whispers, barely audible, but sharp with heartbreak.

As the service continues, Li approaches the casket first. She places a single white flower on top, her voice low and restrained.

“You disgraced this family,” she murmurs. “But you were still part of it.”

Sheila follows, her voice trembling despite her attempts to steady it. “I tried, sweetheart… I really tried,” she confesses, looking as though the words were dragged out of her soul.

Finn’s turn comes last. He places a shaking hand on the polished wood and speaks in a tone softer and more vulnerable than either woman before him. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you,” he says, feeling guilt tighten around every word.

This painful mixture—love wrapped in fear, grief twisted with disappointment—becomes the emotional center of the moment. A family struggling to reconcile the bright, hopeful Luna they once knew with the young woman who ultimately became a danger to everyone around her.

When the priest ends the service, the small group begins to disperse. Chairs scrape softly. Footsteps echo against the chapel walls. Li pauses, glances back once, then finally leaves. Sheila steps outside quickly, her voice quivering as she tells Finn she needs air, space, anything to steady herself.

Eventually, only Finn remains. He cannot bring himself to walk away from what he believes is the final physical link to Luna. The silence settles deeper around him as he approaches the casket once again. Something gnaws at him—guilt, doubt, or perhaps a lingering memory of Luna pleading for understanding.

Driven by instinct, he places both hands on the lid, hesitating for several seconds before whispering, “I need to see you… one last time.”

The moment he lifts the lid, everything changes. Everything.

Inside the coffin is absolutely empty.

No body. No covering. No sign Luna was ever placed there at all.

Finn’s expression freezes, his grief instantly replaced by shock. He stumbles backward, clutching the side of the coffin, whispering, “What… what is this?”

The silence in the chapel feels deafening.

The implications hit him rapidly. Someone could have taken Luna’s body. Or Luna may not have died at all. Perhaps the entire situation had been orchestrated from the start. Finn’s heart pounds as questions flood his mind. Did Detective Baker mislead them? Was there a body swap? Did Li know more than she admitted? Could Sheila have played a role? And the most haunting possibility of all—if Luna is alive, where is she?

This discovery is poised to send shock waves throughout Los Angeles. Finn now holds a secret capable of shattering alliances, uncovering lies, and reopening painful wounds. As he steps away from the casket, panic and realization swirl in his eyes.

Luna’s story isn’t ending.

It might only be beginning.