Julian Donovan didn't want to leave, but he knew he shouldn't be there. There were some things she ultimately had to make clear to Sean Donovan. So, he shot Sean a fierce glare, let out a cold snort, and headed upstairs with his things.
Naomi Shaw looked at Sean Donovan apologetically. "I don't have the key to your apartment with me. I'll give it back to you at work tomorrow!"
Sean Donovan fought through the pain in his leg and limped over to stand before her, his voice thick with pleading. "Anna, you know I can't live without you..."
Naomi Shaw's heart ached seeing his face, drained of all color as he fought the pain in his leg. But in the end, all she could do was look away. "I'm so sorry, Sean. I don't want to hold you back. You're still young. How could a divorced woman with a daughter like me ever be worthy of you?"
