Full Episode Spoiler Days of Our Lives: Ej Kidnaps Kriste Over Johnny, Jada’s Call

The shot tore through the apartment and buried itself in the wall beside the doorframe — close enough that splinters of drywall rained down like evidence of how narrow an escape this really was. Joy stood frozen, her breath caught somewhere between her chest and her throat, staring at the smoking gun in Stephanie’s hand and the fresh wound in the plaster inches from her head.

Then Alex came barreling back inside.

He’d been gone just long enough for everything to go wrong. And he walked into a nightmare. Joy was already spinning toward him, her voice sharp with terror and accusation, telling him his wife had just tried to kill her. Alex’s eyes went from Joy’s face to the gun to the bullet hole and back again. He crossed to Joy first, checking her like he couldn’t quite believe she was still standing. Then he spotted the weapon lying in the open drawer where Stephanie had dropped it, and his voice turned hard.

He demanded answers. What happened. Why there was a gun. Why there was a hole in his wall where a woman’s head should have been.

Joy was physically unharmed — no blood, no broken skin, nothing the doctors would need to stitch up. But she made damn sure nobody in that room forgot how close this had come. She pointed at the bullet hole with a trembling finger and let the words land like stones. That could have been me, she said. That could have been my skull instead of the plaster. She wanted everyone to understand that the absence of a corpse didn’t mean a tragedy hadn’t nearly happened.

Meanwhile, out in the square, Jada and Shawn were making their way through Salem with their badges clipped to their belts and their weapons visible — two off-duty officers who looked like they were wrapping up a casual stroll. Shawn was already talking about heading home, about not overstaying his welcome, about how nice it was to just walk through town without a crisis breaking out.

Fate, as it turns out, has a sense of humor.

When they arrived at Jada’s apartment building, they stopped cold. There it was — a bullet hole punched into the hallway wall. And at their feet, a shell casing glinting under the fluorescent lights like a calling card. Both officers drew their weapons without a word. Training took over. They moved toward Alex and Stephanie’s door, guns up, senses sharp.

But what they walked into wasn’t an active shooter situation. It was a mess of a different kind. The action sequence bled out fast, replaced by the cold machinery of police procedure. Statements were taken. Shawn pulled Joy aside to get her version of events while Jada cornered Stephanie for a private conversation — the kind that determines whether someone walks out of their own apartment or gets handcuffed.

Alex, surprisingly, tried to wave it all away. He minimized. He deflected. He acted like a single bullet hole in the wall was nothing to get worked up about — just a misunderstanding, just a sleepy accident, no harm done. Joy was livid at his attitude. She couldn’t believe he was downplaying what had clearly been an attempt on her life. But she was in no shape to drive, so Alex took the keys and drove her to pick up Kelsey, leaving the officers and Stephanie behind.

Alone with Jada, Stephanie finally cracked. She admitted she finally understood why they always say guns and ammunition should be stored separately. She knew the rules. She’d had the training. But she ignored every single one of them because she was scared — scared enough that she wanted a loaded weapon within arm’s reach no matter what the manuals said. She even confessed that when she heard the noise, part of her was sure Owen had broken in. That it wasn’t Joy at all. That she was defending herself against a home invasion.

Jada’s face hardened. She leaned in close and warned Stephanie in a voice that left no room for argument: this was extremely serious. What she said next mattered. Every word. She told her to think carefully — very carefully — before she said another thing.