Love Unspoken

Quinn had no idea how long she'd been wandering when she spotted a faint figure near a trash can. Squinting, she cautiously moved closer.

As she got nearer, she realized it was an old woman, hunched over. Something about her seemed familiar, so Quinn gently tapped her shoulder.

The old woman, startled, shuddered violently before spinning around. Upon seeing Quinn, she let out a sigh of relief.

She retrieved half a loaf of bread from behind her and began to gnaw on it, right in front of Quinn. Quinn, with a fixed gaze on the old woman, gently took her hand and shook her head, indicating that the old woman should stop eating. "Do you want some?" The old woman sized Quinn up, her attire suggesting she was not in need of charity.

Quinn, setting down the cake she held, gestured emphatically. "Juliet, don't you remember me? It's me, Quinn."

Under the streetlight, the old woman watched Quinn's hands move like butterflies. After a moment, she looked at Quinn's face and her voice shook, "Are you Quinn?"

Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes as she nodded. "Yeah, it's me. What are you doing here?"

grown up

a forlorn sigh, picked up her cane from beside the trash can, and shuffled over to sit on a nearby set of stone steps. Quinn followed closely and sat beside

to save Freya, Juliet had fallen down the stairs and broken her leg, leading Ulysses to insist on her early retirement for rest

and gestured, "Juliet, today's

appeared. "It's your birthday? Happy birthday, dear Quinn. It's a shame I don't have

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was wishing her a happy birthday, but

Returning with the water, Quinn handed it to Juliet and asked what had happened. It was then that Juliet revealed

to live decently. But after his death, they cut her off, and her daughter-in-law kicked her out. Now, with no job prospects, she had to scavenge

Juliet had toiled for the Kennedys her entire life, only to be left struggling for basic necessities in her golden years. Such a tragic twist of fate. When Juliet finished

worry if you're out this late?" Quinn looked down, knowing that even Alexander's promise to spend the birthday together was broken. Why would he worry about her? Recognizing Quinn's dejection, Juliet didn't pry further. She picked herself up with her cane and said, "Let's go then. And do you mind how shabby the place

gently placing her on the couch. As he was about to leave, Getty tugged at him, her voice tinged with