The woman in his arms was still trembling against his chest. "Julian, it wasn't me. It really wasn't me..."
The sweat from her palms soaked through the fabric of his shirt at his waist. His heart ached as he held her and led her to the side. Pulling the sobbing, almost breathless woman out of his embrace, he cupped her small face and looked at her, trying to give her strength. "I know it wasn't you. That was just a woman who looks exactly like you. Trust me, I will clear your name!"
'But if this is a frame-up, there must be evidence to prove her innocence,' he thought. 'I'll find it.'
"Mm..."
She nodded, and large, aggrieved tears rolled down from her eyes. Julian Donovan's heart seized in a painful spasm. He wanted nothing more than to tear Sean Donovan to pieces.
