Love Unspoken

The same taxi that had arrived earlier was still parked outside, with Quinn dutifully assisting Juliet in loading her sparse belongings into the vehicle's trunk.

Juliet didn't possess much of value; her bedding was speckled with mold and her clothes were worn to the point of disrepair.

Yet, she clung to these items with a desperation born from years of transience, a fear of being left without even the most basic necessities.

Quinn, empathizing with Juliet's plight, transported all her belongings back to the villa. She carefully stored them away in the utility room, a space that had become a temporary refuge for Juliet's few possessions.

Perhaps it was the lingering effects of her recent illness, but after the exertion of moving Juliet's items, Quinn felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

room spun violently around her and, unable to maintain her balance, she collapsed onto the floor. Juliet, having just changed out of her worn clothes, dropped her crutches in alarm and rushed to Quinn's side. "Quinn!" she exclaimed, helping the fallen woman to her

her hand weakly gesturing in explanation. She had recently lost a

Juliet's clean, friendly countenance provided Quinn with a sense of reassurance and warmth she hadn't

she realized there was still no response from Abigail. She glanced at the shopping bag next to her, knowing it contained a brand-new phone, identical to her current one. With a sense of resignation, Quinn transferred her SIM card to the new phone, packed the old one into its box, and

before shutting the drawer, her heart heavy. With her new phone in hand, she texted Abigail before deciding to call her. Abigail had been drinking heavily lately, answering her

been getting non-stop calls. Preachers on the internet telling me to turn

all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Quinn felt a pang of sadness for her friend

she was finding humor in the irony of her