I've got a second chance with David Rosen. A woman was found dead in his bed, and he didn't kill her. I'm going to see him through this mess and make sure he's exonerated. If he'll let me. He doesn't trust me. I can't blame him for that.
I know working on David's case has been rough on Abby. She really fell for him. I can empathize. I know a thing or two about loving men you shouldn't.
She's holding it all together, but I see cracks in the surface. She's sitting in my office, worried that David will take the fall.
"Abby, are you—"
I'm fine," she answers quickly. "I'm…I'm fine." It's too quick of an answer. And then she looks away and I know for sure she's not fine.
"Work helps," I say. "So does exercise. Stuff that numbs you, keeps you from thinking too much. Dating also helps but it also helps to remember that he hates you. And it helps to try to hate him too."
"And that works—for you?"
"I was talking about you and David." Abby eyes me warily, and I know she's thinking I'm talking about myself. And of course she's right. I've done everything I can to forget Fitz. Nothing's worked. In the end, you can't tear your own heart out.