Nathan West returns to Port Charles with a mission: to unearth whatever Dante Falconeri has kept hidden.

The tension between them is electric — two men tied by history, secrets, and unspoken guilt.

Nathan confronts Dante with a calm menace, asking about events long since buried and denials long since worn thin.

Nathan holds a dossier — records, surveillance logs, whispers he’s compiled over months.

He places them on Dante’s desk and stares him down: “Tell me the truth about Nina’s alibi. Tell me what Willow didn’t say. Or I’ll find the answers myself.”

Dante’s eyes betray fear, regret, the weight of being cornered. He scrambles for defense, deflects, but Nathan is methodical, relentless.

Elsewhere, Britt watches from a distance. She senses the shifting tides and positions herself for advantage. Whatever Dante’s secret holds, Britt knows it will reach into her life too. She sharpens her mind, ready to step in with a favor, a hand, or maybe a threat.

Meanwhile, Anna Devane inches closer to connecting their stories. The meeting she scheduled with Brennan reveals hints that what Nathan and Dante are fighting over might tie back to Faison’s legacy — connecting Dante’s past to the conspiracy Anna’s chasing. Every corner of Port Charles feels closer now, like a tightly wound spring ready to snap.

By the end, Dante’s defenses crack. He makes a shaky admission — one that could pull many people into the spiral: Willow, Nina, and even Anna’s investigations. Nathan’s stare is unreadable, but one thing is clear: Dante’s past is no longer a secret — it’s a powder keg ready to explode.