Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn and Freya attempted in vain to pacify the wailing child. "What's going on? Why the sudden fussiness?" Freya cried out in confusion.

Kaitlyn grumbled under her breath, "It must be terrified by the sight of that dummy. Nothing good ever happens when she makes an appearance!"

A transition took place as Quinn was hurriedly ushered into a compact room, outfitted with all the necessary equipment. The room, initially intended for Freya, was now serving as a makeshift medical bay for Quinn. Within this room, history was repeating itself.

Quinn found herself strapped down to a cold, sterile operating table. A masked doctor approached her, brandishing a syringe. Her eyes widened in terror, fixated on the glinting needle under the harsh, unforgiving light.She thrashed about, struggling against her restraints.

As the doctor secured her arm, he warned, "If the needle breaks, you'll be the one to suffer the consequences."However, Quinn was too consumed by fear to heed his words. She fought to escape the iron grip of the servants holding her down. Like a cornered beast, she struggled desperately.The doctor observed her as the veins on her forehead bulged out, her mouth agape as she strained to let out a scream. Her face turned a ghastly shade of red from the lack of oxygen, her body quivering violently.

pierced not her spine, but her very heart. The pain was bone-chilling. Despair washed over her as her struggles and hopes

there, quiet, her gaze fixed on the ceiling. Tears streamed down her face,

realization dawning on him.She had been calling out for Alexander to rescue her.Indeed, Alexander was her only hope now. But he never arrived. Her phone lay discarded in the yard, raindrops splattering

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patter of raindrops.After a few flashes, the phone returned to its silent state. Back in the living room, Kaitlyn

Alexander returning?"Kaitlyn sighed heavily, "I can't explain it, but I can't shake

for Getty, it was even less. "That rascal, he never gives me a moment's peace," she muttered under her breath.Freya responded pragmatically, "What can you do if he's smitten? At