If past Thanksgivings in Salem have been filled with laughter, this year’s was a “feast of truth.”

No one was prepared for the hot casseroles and golden chicken served alongside… obsession, suspicion, and confrontation.

From the moment everyone gathered, the audience sensed the strange atmosphere: forced smiles, evasive glances, unanswered questions.

Roman, Kayla, Steve, Marlena, Julie, Brady, Sarah… everyone had secrets, and everyone was afraid the other would find out.

This was no longer a family gathering — but people trying to keep the truth from falling out of their mouths.

The climax of the feast began when Marlena appeared — after her confrontation with EJ — with a cold face. The table fell silent. Kayla swallowed. Steve adjusted his plate. Brady looked down. Everyone knew: when Marlena was silent, a tidal wave was coming.

Roman — who was trying to keep the party together — smiled, raised his glass, and read the thanks. But at the very words “Today we are thankful for…” Jennifer put her spoon down on the table and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t… act anymore.” Julie paled. Brady’s eyes widened. The table went into a “standstill” state.

That was the first spark. Kayla spoke up, saying she had something she had been hiding for a long time. Steve froze. Marlena looked at EJ at the corner of the table — as if challenging him. Sarah and Brady started a small argument. Julie burst into tears. Xander appeared at the door like a ghost from the past.

The whole party became chaos: words were thrown like knives, secrets were dropped like bombs, and eyes were exchanged like accusations. Thanksgiving — which was supposed to be a time for healing — became a place where all the wounds were torn open.