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."

she belonged, a home. Leaning on her cane for support, Juliet shuffled off, returning

more. What did you do

paused, her memory flashing back to the long day and the images of Alexander and Getty on the television screen. A pang of sorrow rose unbidden within

Accepting the bowl from Juliet with a soft smile, Quinn couldn't help but return the older

descended the stairs, arriving in time to witness this tender exchange. There was something different about Quinn's smile when she was with Juliet. It was genuine, full of warmth, as if her eyes were shining with happiness. Alexander watched them for a moment before retreating back up the stairs. Once she had finished her meal, Quinn, still weary, made her way back to

she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. The hazy

water stopped, and Alexander emerged, wrapped in a towel, his hair still wet. "Did you get

moved towards the bathroom. Just as she was about to enter, a hand grabbed her

fetch her clothes, but Alexander didn't let go. She tried to pull