Weatherfield is plunged into chaos as the Webster name turns to ash.

One decision, one drink, one crash — and suddenly, no one knows who to trust.

The air is thick with guilt and gasoline, and the silence after the sirens is deafening.

Carl stands at the edge of everything he once protected.

His hands shake not from fear, but from the weight of what he’s done — and what he’s hidden. The man who swore he’d never become his father just did something far worse.

The lie came easy. The cover-up came quicker. This wasn’t just an accident buried under twisted metal — it detonated into a legacy of deceit that will haunt every Webster for generations. What started on the road won’t end there; it will spread through the bloodline, infecting everyone who dares to love.

Debbie’s absence is louder than any confession. But truth doesn’t stay buried — it bleeds, it stains, it screams from the wreckage. And Carl knows the next sound he’ll hear is his own downfall echoing back.

This isn’t just guilt — it’s the beginning of his undoing.