Lynne shook her head. "Lianne came to me two days after Lilly was found dead by the pool. She was still shaken. She let herself in. Turns out that Aaron had given her a set of the house keys. She told me she'd been involved with Aaron since the Christmas before. It was just sex for her, she said. She loved her family but it was Aaron Echolls after all. I wanted to slap her but I learned a long time ago my hand would fall off before any of my anger at your father could ever abate. So I listened, with every intention of calling Keith Mars and telling him about the affair his wife was having with my husband.

Then she grew hysterical. She said she had gone over to surprise Aaron. She was going to sneak in the way she snuck into our house so many times before but she saw Aaron coming out. So she followed him right onto the Kane property. She saw him walk up to Lilly and start arguing with her. Then she saw him take the crystal ashtray and he threw it at her head. She fell and she didn't get up.

I didn't want to hear any of this. I pushed her away and told her to leave. That she had to confess to her husband. But she said if she did, he would leave her and take Veronica with him. She didn't want to lose them. She wanted my help. She said she knew I was unhappy and wouldn't it be great to bring Lilly's murderer to justice." Lynne laughed, without any trace of humor. "And still, I hesitated. Still, I stood up for him. I told her she was hallucinating, that my husband had gone sailing when Lilly died. I told Lianne I would have no part in her conspiracy."

"She wouldn't take no for an answer. She came back the next day. She had the logbook in her purse. I don't know how she managed to steal it but she flipped to the page where his name should have been. Logan, honey, it wasn't there. He lied to us about sailing too."

Logan could feel the walls close in on him as realization hit. "No, Mom. Please. Don't. You didn't."

She was crying but her voice was eerily calm. "I had no choice, Logan. He wouldn't have confessed. We tried everything." She tried to reach for his hand but he pulled it back before there was contact. "Despite everything he's done to you, he does love you, you know."

"You're the one who sent him the photos of me with the bullseye over my head."

She nodded, not able to meet his eyes. "Yes."

Something inside of him cracked and broke off. "So. He did it. Why does Lianne continue to see him in the asylum?"

Lynne shook her head. "I don't know. Maybe to torture him. She's ruthless. She came up with the plan to use you to get Aaron to confess."

"I guess that just makes you the helpless accomplice." Logan grabbed his car keys and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Away from you. Don't even think about telling Lianne. I think you owe me at least that." He slammed the door hard before she had time to respond.

"I brought a pumpkin pie. I know you said you had all the food covered but no one ever said no to an extra pie on Thanksgiving." Veronica peered around as she entered Logan's apartment on Saturday afternoon. "Am I early?" She walked into the empty kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and placed the dessert in its spacious interior. She turned back to look at Logan in puzzlement.

He was still near the front door and he closed it slowly, as if it weighed more than him. "No, there's been a change in plans. Lynne had to take off. I've already called everyone else to tell them dinner is cancelled."

"Was it work?" When he shook his head but remained silent, she frowned. She walked up to him. "Logan, what is it?" Her adrenaline kicked in and her arms automatically wrapped around him when he collapsed against her, shoulders shaking. "Shh, shh."

When he composed himself, they sat at the couch, facing each other, and he told her what he had learned from Lynne. The truth about Lianne. She knew he hated to say it, saw the reluctance in every word he uttered and after he had told her everything, Veronica had drawn blood from her nails against her own palm. "No." She shook herself.

Logan's face revealed he was feeling the same betrayal. "Yes."

"But... What about Abel Koontz? What he said about Jake Kane?" There had to be some cover up, there had to be more.

"I went to the sheriff's station yesterday. I looked through Abel Koontz's police file. He's made the same claim to your dad. Before Lilly's murder, Abel used to claim that Jake Kane was using his charity organization to funnel money into the South American drug trade. And before that, he was saying Kane Industries was deliberately built on top of a Native American burial site." Logan leaned back Into the couch. "Sheriff Mars' report was pretty clear that Abel had no credibility whatsoever."

Veronica blinked. "What am I going to tell my dad?" He'd be devastated.

"Should we tell him together?"

She shook her head. "No. I think I need to do this alone." And by the looks of it, Logan needed time to himself too. She stood up. "I better get going then."

He didn't object. "Whatever you end up doing or saying, it'll be the right thing, Mars."

She looked into his eyes. "I love you, Logan."

He hitched a breath in. And said nothing. He watched her stand up unsteadily and watched her abruptly leave from his frozen position on the couch.

The Mars household was also quiet when Veronica came home. "Mom? Dad? Hello?" Backup looked up from his dog bed and laid his head back down. She went up the stairs and into the bedroom. It was empty. As she turned to leave, she faltered, spun on her heel and walked to her mother's closet. She began to search through the boxes stored at the bottom and the top shelves. Shoes, old clothes, family photos. But stashed in there she found the journal. She hesitated and when she read, she couldn't stop until the very end.

"What are you doing here, Veronica?"

Veronica squinted as the light switched on. She unfurled herself. "I've been waiting for you." She wiped at the salty trails on her face.

"Honey, have you been crying?"

"No." She stifled a sob with her hand. "Yes."

She felt arms around her. "What's wrong?"

She's been strong through so much this past year. She didn't think she could take much more. "Daddy." She couldn't say more, and wondered if she would ever feel normal again.

Keith hugged her. "Veronica, you can tell me anything."

It made her cry harder. "I can't, Dad." The things she knew, they were too terrible to voice out loud to him. It would be hard enough to tell him what she could. "She's gone."

Keith grew very still. "Your mother?" He sounded calm, unsurprised.

Veronica nodded. "It was awful."

"Oh, Veronica, you startled me." Lianne set her bags down. "Do you want to see what I bought your grandmother? She's going to love it."

"Like she loved your plan to elope with Jake Kane?"

Lianne stiffened. Veronica held up the journal. "This is juicier than a Sweet Valley High novel. I think you've got a hit on your hands."

Her mother crossed her arms across her chest. "That was a long time ago, Veronica. It has nothing to do with my life today."

"Doesn't it? It explains so much." Veronica stood up and began counting off a finger for each point. "You never got to marry the man you loved. You gave up on your dreams. You're a lonely housewife turning to the local movie star to get her afternoon delight." She propped a hand on her hip. "Oh, you thought I wouldn't find out about that too?"

Lianne pursed her lips. "When you've lived a little longer, you might understand that relationships are complicated."

"Yeah? Is that what you've told Dad?"

"Your father and I..." Lianne sighed. "Your father and I love you more than anything. That's what keeps us together. He knows that much."

"I can't believe you're doing this to us!"

"I'm not doing anything to you. I'm still your mother and I have no intention of not being that."

Veronica couldn't help herself. "Except when you 'overindulge', don't you mean?"

Lianne sucked in a sharp breath. "That's cruel, Veronica."

"So is your description of Dad in here." Veronica flipped to the dog-eared paged in Lianne's journal. "Keith is a sweet man but he will never have more than a weak grip on my heart. I could never love him the way I love Jake."

"What do you want me to say, Veronica?"

"Nothing. All I want you to do is to leave."

Lianne stared without blinking. "You don't mean that."

Veronica stared back. "If you stay, you'll only drain the energy from this house. Dad deserves better. So do I."

"I'm your Mother, Veronica. I know what's best for you."

"You have lied to me and Dad for years now. You watched my best friend get murdered. You put your own interests ahead of everyone else's. Do you think I'll ever look up to you ever again?"

"I'm not going. You can't make me."

Veronica shook her head. "Can't I? How bad will it be when Neptune's sheriff arrests his own wife for obstruction of justice? You know Dad would do it. It would kill him but he wouldn't spare you any mercy at this level. But let's be honest here - that's not what matters to you the most. Your reputation as an upstanding citizen of this town would be gone. No one will remember you as the former Neptune High prom queen or the well-to-do wife. You'd be the lying, cheating mistress who coldly watched her daughter's half-sister die."

Lianne was visibly pale. "How did you..."

Veronica could feel the black hole inside of her chest swelling up, consuming her piece by piece. "You kept a clear record in your journal, Lianne. I just looked at the dates and did a little math." She thought about all the times she and Lilly had bemoaned not being real sisters, how they had sworn they were twins separated at birth. How would Lilly have taken the news that they probably were related? She would have laughed her head off and thrown a fist in the air. "If you want to preserve your good standing, you'll leave us. Now."

"And what would I do, Veronica?"

"Start a new life. A better one. Find a job. Marry someone else. I don't know. I don't care."

Lianne pursed her lips. Crossed her arms over her chest. She looked away from her daughter as she said, quietly, "I need money."

"You take my college money. That's all." She would need Mac's help on how to secure the bank accounts under her father's name.

"Veronica, I do love you, you know. I just... Life hasn't worked out the way I had planned. Hoped. I want to say that you'll never go through that but I'd be lying. Maybe one day you'll be better able to understand why I did what I did."

She could only shake her head. She would never, ever understand. Or forgive. She would hate her mother forever and she would hate herself for also loving her mother forever. "Just go already. Please."

And though she told herself to be strong, Veronica couldn't help herself but run to the window and watch her mother's car pull out of the driveway.

Veronica watched Keith re-read Lianne's note. She had memorized it already. He pursed his lips, folded the letter in half and pocketed it away. "Honey, she needs time away. To think, maybe."

She rubbed her face with the back of her hand. "It doesn't matter, Dad. You've still got me. You always will."

Keith opened his mouth but words seemed to fail him. She took his hand. They sat in silence next to each for the rest of the night.

That night, Logan dreamt of Lilly. They were floating on her pool, idly drifting on a plastic tube. She had her face upturned, her sunglasses reflecting the perfect summer day. He held her hand loosely. "It's over, isn't it?"

She took off her glasses and fixed her blue eyes on his him. "Even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to tell you."

He tightened his hold on her hand. "I do love you, you know."

"I know. I love you, too. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean the emotion stops." She tilted her head slightly, the corners of her eyes and mouth wrinkling in amusement.

She pulled free from his hand and gently tugged his chin up until his eyes met hers. She waited. "I, uh..." He cleared his throat and resisted the urge to push her hand away. "I wish I had said it more. Maybe things would have been different."

"Come on, Logan. Who are we kidding here? It's time you stop blaming yourself." She leaned forward. "You know, deep down, don't you?"

He nodded, looking away. Feeling small and hurt and confused. "Weevil?"

"Old secrets are better off staying with the dead." Lilly grew serious. "Besides, you need her. She needs you. There's going to be more trouble."

"Veronica?"

Lily nodded. They were out of the pool and on board his father's yacht. It was raining and the ocean waves rocked the boat. "What is it?"

"I wish I could tell you." She smiled sadly as Logan gripped the steering wheel. "Keep her steady..."

He woke up to the sound of his doorbell ringing. Pulling on sweatpants as quickly as possible, Logan went to answer it. Was it Veronica? He should have said something when she told him she loved him. He should have told her how he felt. He was ready now... The door wasn't even open a quarter of an inch yet. "I was hoping it'd be you..."

End of Turntable: Season One