Weatherfield is rocked when a long-lost reunion stops feeling like family… and starts feeling like a threat.

Shona is already stretched thin with David at the hospital, trying to keep the house steady — and then Jodie turns the living room into a courtroom.

Her words don’t sound like healing. They sound like vengeance.

She doesn’t want peace. She wants payment.

The emotional collapse hits Shona hardest, because it’s not just guilt — it’s fear. Fear that she’s brought danger to her doorstep. Fear that Jodie’s pain is real and catastrophic. And fear that whatever Jodie is hiding could swallow the Platts whole. Shona tries to diffuse it with breakfast out, a change of scene, a forced normal… until Kit appears and everything snaps.

Jodie bolts like she’s seen a ghost, and that reaction is too primal to ignore. Shona’s instincts scream. She presses. She demands answers — because you don’t run like that unless someone has power over you. And then Kit drops the detail that turns the story black: the night of the crash, he found Jodie in the woods, wrists zip-tied, terrified, clearly fleeing someone.