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.

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 head during the fall, causing a throbbing pain that made it difficult for her to open her eyes. "What happened?" 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

first time in what felt like an eternity. Juliet's clean, friendly countenance provided Quinn

her current

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?

her tone softening slightly. "Oh, it's you. I'm sorry, I've been getting non-stop calls. Preachers on the internet telling me to turn myself

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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