Love Unspoken

Quinn's tenacity prevailed, her hand firmly pressing the phone into Juliet's grasp.

With tear-streaked cheeks, Juliet found herself unable to resist any further, accepting the device with a reluctant nod.

"I never envisaged you standing by my side," Juliet murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.A pang of emotion swept through Quinn as she clasped Juliet's hand in her own. Their bond was forged from the shared experience of abandonment, both forsaken by those they held dear.

Quinn had never anticipated finding solace in the company of a grey-haired elder, especially when everyone else had deserted her. They were divided by years, yet their solitude united them. Indeed, the human experience of loneliness was universal.

Quinn's gaze swept across their surroundings. Despite attempts at waterproofing, the shack was damp, the moisture seeping into their bedding, rendering it sodden and inhospitable.

endured such conditions for so long. Suddenly, an idea sparked in Quinn's mind, a way to assist Juliet. Rising to her feet, she bid Juliet a brief farewell

a meeting, Alexander glanced at his phone, noticing her incoming call. He promptly raised a hand, silencing the speaker mid-sentence, and

to employ additional help. Alexander stared at the message in silence for a moment. Quinn had never asked him for anything in all the years they'd known each other. This was a first. Without a moment's hesitation,

yet this presented an opportunity to bring Juliet back under the pretense of hiring help. After all, Alexander wouldn't be there to object. With renewed vigor, Quinn tapped the taxi driver on the shoulder, showing him her

has agreed for you to come live with us."A look of surprise flitted across Juliet's face. She had only met Quinn

smile graced Juliet's face, "I knew it! You two

like you."The smile on Quinn's lips waned slightly, but she managed to maintain her cheerful façade. 'Sure, he likes me, just as one likes cats and dogs. Visiting Juliet would make her like me. Modeling for Abigail would make her like me. A person can

the melancholy creeping onto Quinn's face, Juliet deftly changed the subject, "Nevertheless, Quinn, at my age, I wouldn't want to impose on you