'Hadn't his love been wretched, despicable, and pathetic?'
Naomi Shaw opened her mouth to argue, but then she remembered what Julian Donovan had just told her on the phone and swallowed her words. 'Don't say anything. Don't do anything. Just wait for him to get here.'
'But when will he get here?' She felt so helpless, so terrified... She really... couldn't hold on much longer, especially not when facing Sean Donovan. Only she knew how panicked she felt inside. Her hands were shoved into the pockets of her nurse's uniform, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug sharply into her palms. She used the stinging pain to keep herself from trembling.
"Anna, did he teach you to be so quiet?"
When Sean Donovan saw her reaction, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes. He leaned in close, staring at her face as he lowered his voice. "It's useless, Anna. The evidence is conclusive. Murder... is a crime you pay for with your life!"
