The phone rang a little longer than Hope was used to, but she assumed they were busy. Then Michelangelo answered.
"Hope!"
"Hi Mikey, I'm almost home." She told him unable to supress a smile at the thought of seeing her boys again.
"You'll never guess who turned up!"
"Who…?"
"April! She came back!"
"Oh wow." Came Hope's reply, she hoped Michelangelo couldn't hear the staleness in her voice. "Uh actually, Mikey, I called to let you guys know that I won't be home tonight. I'll be staying with an old school friend that I met back in Scotland."
"But-"
"Bye."
That was that. The actual end. Donatello would never be hers now. Not now that she had the love of his life to compete with. No. She would never live up to that.
She pulled out her phone and dialled Orson's number.
"I'm coming over."
"Oh! Great. Everything alright?"
"I need you."
"I- Okay. See you soon." Orson assumed it was because of everything that had happened with her Dad.
When Hope arrived, she fell straight into his arms and immediately started removing his clothes.
"Woah, Hope, I thought you said you weren't ready for this?"
She wasn't. She wanted Donatello and it had crossed her mind more than once that being with him might mean that she never had sex again. She'd come to terms with it and she didn't care. She'd told Orson during her time together that she wasn't ready for all that, but the thought of her true love with her enraged her.
This was her final act to get over him.