The one time Beaumont didn't ask Annalise to stay...she leaves for LA, only to return...to ROSIE

After four days in Los Angeles, and one night of very perfunctory sex (Annalise cried after (which she had never done) Adrian Webb knows what he has to do. Annalise Villa is still moping about their new apartment, unsmiling and listless, as she has been since leaving Miami. A nearly half-empty bottle of wine is on the table in front where she sits slouched unhappily. He takes a ticket,

one-way, to Miami International Airport out of his jacket pocket, laying it on the table in front of her.

since leaving Miami. A nearly half-empty bottle of wine is on the table in front where she sits slouched unhappily. He takes a ticket, one-way, to Miami International Airport out of his jacket pocket, laying it on the table in front of her.

"What's this?", she asks dully.

"A plane ticket. One way. Back to Miami."

"Why?"

"C'mon, Annalise. That's where you want to be-there with HIM-ROSIE-not here with me."

Rather than deny it, she says, softly 'I'm sorry, Adrian. I am. I did try. But he's...he lives in me-here". She touches her chest, above her own heart. 'I wish I could give you what you want..."

"It's fine", he manages, cutting her off. "I'm gonna go out for a while. Your flight's at 9. I hope that you and Rosie are happy." He leaves quickly before she can respond.

Sniffling, Villa starts to pack; she knows that he's right.

[There's nothing better than love

What in the world

Could you ever be thinking of

It's better by far

So let yourself reach for that star

And go no matter how far

To the one you love]©