Port Charles is still reeling from the explosive events that turned baby Daisy’s baptism into a battlefield. What was meant to be a sacred day of joy, love, and new beginnings became a chaotic storm of revelations, gunfire, and betrayal. And at the center of it all? Sonny Corinthos.

It started with strange, almost supernatural disturbances in Sasha Gilmore Corbin’s life. Her baby Daisy’s nursery seemed to be the epicenter of odd happenings. Clothes changed without explanation, lullabies played that Sasha never recognized, and most disturbingly, Daisy would be found in altered positions in her crib. Initially, Sasha blamed fatigue, maybe even postpartum anxiety. But the signs grew undeniable. Someone was entering her home, moving around Daisy, and deliberately disrupting her world.

Cody Bell, her confidant and now protector, tried to comfort her while secretly beginning to believe her fears were justified. When a figure appeared on nursery footage, moving with chilling familiarity, Cody and Sasha had confirmation: someone was watching them. Someone with access and an agenda. And the question of who hovered ominously over the already fragile calm of Sasha’s life.

All of this led to the pivotal day: Daisy’s baptism. The church was filled with well-wishers. Sasha, holding Daisy in a soft white gown, was surrounded by Michael Corinthos and a community eager to celebrate. But tension laced the air. There were whispers in the back pews, glances exchanged, and one seat left conspicuously empty. The priest began the ceremony, but as the holy water was lifted, chaos erupted.

A loud crash at the back of the church shattered the moment. Eyes turned. Gasps filled the space. Officers stormed in. Sonny Corinthos, a pillar of both fear and protection in Port Charles, was the target. ADA Justine Turner had been building a case against him for months, and she chose Daisy’s baptism to make her move. Sonny stood as he always had—stoic, unreadable—as he was surrounded.

But another possibility unraveled at the same time. What if Sonny wasn’t just the target? What if he had orchestrated the chaos himself to draw out his enemies? Just days earlier, he had confided in Laura Collins that violence was no longer a possibility, but a certainty. He sensed a storm brewing, and the baptism was where it finally struck.

Jen Sidwell, a name long associated with grudges against Sonny, entered the fray. In a horrifying moment, a shot rang out. Stained glass shattered. The church dove into panic. Sasha shielded Daisy, Cody pulled Michael to safety, and Sonny scanned the room like a soldier in battle. It was war—not metaphorical, but real, and it had landed at Daisy’s feet.

The baptism, intended to be a haven, had become a curse. Michael was livid. Already at odds with Willow Tate and feeling emotionally unmoored, he now had to cope with trauma he couldn’t control. His fury turned toward Sonny, the man whose very presence seemed to invite catastrophe.

Meanwhile, Sasha could no longer dismiss the disturbances in her home as dreams. That night, she discovered a shadowy figure holding Daisy in a rocking chair. It vanished before she could scream. That moment confirmed everything: someone close to her was involved, and Sasha was now in a race against time to protect her child.

Back at the Corinthos compound, Sonny watched the nursery footage in silence. When it ended, he left the room without a word. He wasn’t shocked—he was already preparing for what came next. He began issuing orders, conducting internal investigations, and reinforcing his home. He knew Natalyia Ramirez hadn’t disappeared. She was still out there, waiting, plotting. And worse yet, she had begun aligning with Jen Sidwell.

Natalyia had her reasons. Once hoping for a future with Sonny, she now wanted vengeance. She began secretly funding Jen Sidwell, further fueling the chaos. Meanwhile, ADA Turner caught wind of the nursery footage and tried to use it to press her case against Sonny. But her plan backfired. The footage only served to paint Sasha and Daisy as victims and pulled public sympathy away from the prosecution.

The days following the baptism were tense and filled with fear. Sasha began keeping Daisy with her at all times. Cody, consumed with guilt and rage, began his own investigation. He and Sasha traced the eerie lullaby that played in Daisy’s room to an old facility once tied to child psychologist operations—ones that connected to Holly Sutton.

They discovered a disturbing pattern. Other mothers had reported similar disturbances. A figure who moved children, played music, and whispered unknown words in the night. In each case, the trail vanished. But one name kept appearing: Saraphim. A myth, a ghost, a whisper in redacted files. And now, it was circling Sasha.

As this darker force emerged, so did the bitter consequences of the baptism’s destruction. Willow tried to comfort Michael, but the distance between them only grew. Jocelyn Jax tried to be the glue holding the family together, but even she was struggling to believe peace was possible.

And Sonny, battle-hardened yet more isolated than ever, stood on the edge. His family was in disarray. His enemies were growing stronger. And the lines between protector and destroyer blurred. He wanted to preserve his empire, not just through power but through peace. But the time for peace may have passed.

Then came the final twist: a note. Sasha found it in Daisy’s room. Five chilling words written in careful script: “I know her favorite song.”

Cody knew this was the final straw. They couldn’t wait any longer. Whatever was happening in Port Charles was not random. It was orchestrated, deliberate. Sasha and Daisy were the next targets in a long, hidden game.

Sonny Corinthos may have survived the baptism’s chaos, but in doing so, he revealed the ugly truth: he was the one who crashed the baptism. Whether by baiting his enemies, drawing out Jen Sidwell, or unleashing chaos to uncover deeper threats, Sonny placed his family in the line of fire to expose a greater evil.

The war in Port Charles isn’t over. In fact, it’s only just beginning. And as every character grapples with fear, betrayal, and the ghosts of past choices, one thing is clear: General Hospital has entered its most dangerous chapter yet—where every truth costs blood, and every baptism hides a reckoning.