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.

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

Juliet asked, her 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

friendly countenance provided Quinn with a

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

shutting the drawer, her heart heavy. With her new phone in hand, she texted Abigail before

it's you. I'm sorry, I've been getting non-stop calls. Preachers on the internet telling me to turn myself in, haters

the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Quinn felt a pang of sadness for her friend but found herself unable to offer any words of comfort."How do these people hide their true colors so

aloud. "Now, listening 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 when something bothers him,