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.

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

voice filled with concern. "Why did you faint so suddenly?""I probably have anemia," Quinn admitted, her hand weakly gesturing in explanation. She had recently lost a child and was still recovering from her illness; anemia seemed a likely consequence. "Stop worrying about everything," Juliet insisted, guiding Quinn towards the comfort of the couch. "Rest, and I'll make

at the face of the woman who had shown her such kindness, found herself smiling genuinely for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Juliet's clean, friendly countenance provided Quinn with a sense of reassurance

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 stored it in the drawer beneath the coffee

of her failing marriage. She stared at the words 'Divorce Agreement' for a moment 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 phone with a drunken slur, barely aware of who was on the other end."What now? Will you people ever leave me alone?" Abigail's harsh words took Quinn

getting non-stop calls. Preachers on the internet telling me to turn myself in, haters enjoying the drama..."Abigail laughed then, a bitter sound filled with pain. "People only show their true colors when you're down and

The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Quinn felt a pang of sadness for her friend but found herself unable

to them just makes me sick. Compared to them, I'm actually starting to like Alexander. Isn't that funny?" Abigail's tone suggested she was finding humor in the irony of her situation. 'At least Alexander has the decency to be upfront