Sarah just uncovered a shocking detail that doesn’t add up—and it might change everything Tate thought he knew about his child. A son or a daughter? Someone’s hiding the truth…

It all started with a contradiction Sarah simply couldn’t ignore. When Brady casually mentioned that his son, Tate, was now the father of a baby girl, something deep inside Sarah snapped into focus. Because months earlier, during one of Sophia’s prenatal checkups, Sarah had seen something different: a son. She was almost certain. And now, with this revelation, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong.

Sarah, the ever-resourceful doctor who’d taken care of Sophia throughout her pregnancy, found herself in an impossible position. She wasn’t an OBGYN by strict definition, but she knew what she saw. She had tended to stomach aches, fainting spells, pregnancies—she was Salem’s unofficial all-in-one physician. And she distinctly remembered the ultrasound that revealed a baby boy.

So how could the child suddenly be a girl?

Rather than make a scene, Sarah decided to confront Sophia quietly, cautiously. Maybe there was a simple explanation—maybe the sonogram was wrong. After all, they’re not 100% accurate. But the pit in Sarah’s stomach wouldn’t go away. Something about Sophia’s entire demeanor screamed evasion, fear, guilt.

Sophia, now recovering from childbirth, was visibly exhausted but composed. When Sarah gently brought up the discrepancy, Sophia bristled. She insisted everything was fine. But Sarah wasn’t convinced. The way Sophia dodged questions and clutched her hospital blanket a little tighter sent alarm bells ringing. What if Sophia wasn’t telling the whole truth? What if something darker was unfolding beneath the surface?

Meanwhile, Tate was unraveling. He had signed the adoption papers Sophia placed in front of him, not because he wanted to, but because he believed it was the right thing for the baby. He believed he was letting go of his daughter, sacrificing his heart for her future. And now he was left with nothing but an aching void and a hundred unanswered questions.

Holly could sense Tate’s heartbreak from a mile away. His sadness became a weight in every room he entered, turning moments of comfort into uncomfortable silences. Holly tried to distract him, but the heaviness lingered. She found solace in talking with Maggie, who reminded her that life’s worst moments often made way for its greatest revelations.

Elsewhere, Chanel and Johnny tried to look ahead. With Johnny’s trial looming and the air thick with uncertainty, they clung to each other. They couldn’t afford to let fear dictate their lives—not now.

And in the shadows, Susan tried desperately to make EJ listen. Her premonitions—strange, mystical, but hauntingly specific—told her something was off. EJ scoffed at her visions, dismissing them as fiction. But Susan believed in her bones that there was truth in them. A truth EJ would regret ignoring.

Back in the hospital, Sarah faced a mounting internal conflict. She knew as a medical professional she couldn’t just let this go. If she suspected something was off about the child’s birth, and especially if she feared the child was in danger, she was obligated to act. Yet, every time she looked at Sophia, she hesitated. What was Sophia hiding? And why?

Was the baby even Sophia’s at all?

Could a switch have happened?

And if so, who orchestrated it?

As the tension escalates in Salem, one thing becomes crystal clear: the mystery surrounding the baby’s identity is just the tip of the iceberg. If Sarah’s suspicions are correct, it won’t just be Tate and Sophia’s lives that change forever—but possibly the entire Brady family’s.

Will Sarah expose the truth before it’s too late—or will this secret tear their world apart from within?