Love Unspoken

Completely worn out from a day spent scrubbing dishes, Quinn fell onto her bed the moment she stepped into her bedroom. Her gaze fell upon her fingertips, raw and peeling from the day's labor.

Thoughts of Abigail's messages filled her mind, and she found herself slipping into a daydream. A knock at her door yanked her back to reality. Standing in the doorway was Juliet, her frame hunched and weary. She regarded Quinn with a look of concern. "Are you hungry, dear?" she asked.

Pushing herself up from the bed, Quinn moved towards her, surprise evident in her gesture. "Why are you still awake at this hour?"

"I was waiting for you," Juliet responded simply.

"You shouldn't have. You should get your rest," Quinn advised, concern tingeing her voice.

Juliet merely shook her head, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Sleep doesn't come easy at my age. Haven't had your dinner yet? Let me fix something for you."

cared for, being considered, felt incredibly precious. It was like finding a safe harbor for her heart, a place where she belonged, a home. Leaning on her cane for

Juliet chided gently. "There's plenty more. What did you do today

and the images of Alexander and Getty on the television screen. A pang of sorrow rose unbidden within her as she swallowed

her bowl. Juliet served her another helping. Accepting the bowl from Juliet with a soft smile, Quinn

warmth, as if her eyes were shining with happiness. Alexander watched them

the sound of running water from the bathroom. The hazy silhouette of a tall figure behind the frosted

towel, his hair

abs before she averted her eyes and moved towards the bathroom. Just as she was about to enter, a hand grabbed her arm. She turned in surprise, her eyes meeting his. Droplets from his hair dampened her sleeve as he held her gaze. "You didn't grab a change of clothes,"

Quinn stepped back, intending to fetch her clothes, but Alexander didn't let go. She tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. In