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 so

set of stone steps. Quinn followed closely and sat

Freya, Juliet had fallen down the stairs and broken her leg, leading Ulysses to insist on her early retirement for rest and recovery. Quinn had always assumed Juliet

and gestured, "Juliet, today's my birthday. Will you celebrate with

wrinkles, and then a tender smile appeared. "It's your birthday? Happy birthday, dear Quinn. It's a

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gifts weren't necessary. Everyone was wishing

only to discover her card had been frozen. She still had a little over a hundred bucks in her mobile wallet. Returning with the water, Quinn handed it to Juliet and asked what

the Kennedys had given her a monthly stipend that allowed her to live decently. But after his death, they cut

be left struggling for basic necessities in her golden years. Such a

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

couch. As he was about to leave, Getty tugged at him, her voice tinged