Love Unspoken

As he reached for his coat, Alexander cast a glance in her direction. "Is there anything else?" he asked. Getty's face fell into a pout, a glimmer of hurt flashing in her eyes. "Can't you just stay?" she pleaded. "No," he responded, his tone as sharp as a blade. He paused for a moment, then added, "Not tonight."

Getty felt a surge of frustration, her teeth grinding together in silent protest. She knew his decision was final. With a resentful sigh, she released her hold on him. "Fine, just go then," she muttered.

She had stayed up with him, naively hoping that the late hour would persuade him to remain. But it was just wishful thinking. Getty was beginning to understand that men like Alexander had a peculiar talent for taking someone on an emotional roller coaster in mere seconds.

One moment, it seemed as though he genuinely cared for her. But in the next breath, he would dismiss her coldly, as if she meant nothing to him. If it weren't for Getty's positive mindset, she would have gone mad under his hot-and-cold demeanor!

And just like that, Alexander left without a backward glance. It was as if the man who had tenderly applied medicine to her wounds moments ago was nothing but an illusion.

At the community clinic, Quinn was propped up against the headboard, her lips pale. Two police officers and the security guard from the previous night stood by her side.

"That's what happened. I heard the window breaking and found her. Got her here and called you guys right away," the security guard explained.

on the ground, who had managed to throw a stone that hit the opposite window, prompting the guard to turn back and find her. The residents

at the foot of Quinn's

it safe. Your ID and everything else seems to be in there. I've got a handle on the circumstances. We'll catch those two people soon. And here," he handed her a business card, "is the address for the Amber Bay Disability Support Center. If you've

accepted the card, gesturing a

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damage. It's just a crack. Some glass glue will do the trick.

hid it well with her response. "Oh, that's just great, isn't it? It's always my window that has to get

quietly cast her gaze downward, listening

that," the young officer added. "I'll front the medical bills for now. If you run into more trouble or have any leads, just come directly to the

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