Hope was emotionally exhausted. She needed to sleep, badly. But first she really needed to let Donatello know she was sorry and she wanted things to be right between them. She took a detour past his room and hoped he was still awake.
His door was ajar, so she started to go in, but the scene before her made her freeze. Donatello was in bed, April sitting on top of him, completely naked, kissing each other full on. The way she'd always imagined he'd be doing to her one day. It was like a train wreck, she couldn't take her eyes off of them. He put his hands on the small of her back and flipped her over, his turtle body over her tiny frame. Jealousy tore through her like a savage hound as she dragged her eyes from the steamy exchange.
It was the final straw. She went straight to her room, packed her bags, slipped out of the lair and turned up on Orson's doorstep with a fabricated story about being evicted from her apartment.