Annalise attacked her breakfast. She had skipped dinner the night before driving from Philly to New York. After having reached Eve's penthouse, she had taken a shower and fallen asleep. The past few weeks had been crazy. The Hapstall case was getting more complicated and at times, Annalise had felt out of her depths handling it – which was rare. She must be losing it. And there was Nate. She felt his distance. But she thought it was his way of punishing her but it made her nights lonely. So she had come to New York. And to Eve.

Nothing happened last night because she was so tired. But she did wake up in the middle of the night to use the toilet. When she had climbed back into bed, she scooted closer to Eve and gave her a tender kiss on her nose.

Then they had come to Tribeca for breakfast and Annalise had been grilling Eve about Blondie. Annalise could sense Eve' was not comfortable talking about Blondie and so she dropped the subject (for now) and begun to eat her breakfast.

Eve was glad the questions had stopped. She wanted to change the subject. "So, why are you in New York?" Annalise looked up briefly from her food and just shrugged her shoulders.

'Is everything ok at your end? The Hapstall case?'

'I didn't come her to discuss work'.

Eve took a deep breath before she asked the next question, 'Is it Nate?' Annalise put her cutlery down and looked at Eve. 'He knows about us. Must have seen us on the porch.'.

'Ok…', Eve said slowly.

'He's been mostly distant ever since and I can understand why. But it doesn't make me feel any better and I miss him'. The last three words popped out of Annalise's mouth before she could think twice about it. 'I'm sorry' – she began but Eve cut her off by putting her hand up. Eve did not know how much more of this conversation she could take. As much as she wanted to be Annalise's listening ear, some of the things she was saying was hurting her.

'Then why are you in New York?'

Annalise rubbed her temples. The conversation was going askew. 'I guess I came here to escape the madness that's in Philly. The madness that has always define my life.'

'Then why are you not here in New York?'

'I'm sorry?' Annalise asked, not having caught on to her question. 'I'm here, aren't I?'

'I mean - why are you not in New York – with me?

Annalise was stumped. She felt she was wading into murky waters.

'What's keeping you in Philly? Your law practice? Nate…?'

'It's everything, Eve. I don't expect you to understand'

'Try me', Eve insisted. She too, had stopped eating.

Annalise stared at Eve. She remembered what Eve had said the other night – that she ran away when things got difficult. She didn't want to keep running away from her best friend, her confidante … her everything.

Annalise spoke slowly, in measured tone, 'I know you told me to come to New York but … I've spent the last 20 years in Philly. Philly is my reality. Nate is sort of my reality. New York and you are… a dream'. She stopped, not really knowing how to continue.

'And so what? You cannot make your dreams come true?', asked Eve. To her, it was crystal clear.

'Well…I've got to clear all the shit in Philly first – and there's a whole lot of shit to clear, trust me.'

'Transfer all your cases to someone else. It's not like you need the money. How bad can the shit be? It's not like you murdered anyone!'

With that, Annalise's eyes widened and Eve got scared.

'What the hell, Annalise? What's going on?'

'Nate's wife … I met her. She told me to kill her – and to love him', Annalise finally confessed.

Eve gasped. She managed to cough out two questions: 'Did you? … And do you?'