Love Unspoken

The door, now broken, bore the faintest of scratch marks, the paint on its panels mostly clawed away. Alexander's expression visibly darkened at the sight.

Kyle, feeling a wave of unease, cast a furtive glance at the man's somber face. He hadn't checked in over the past three days, fearing that the sight of Quinn's dire state would soften his heart. After all, if her own husband didn't care, why should he?

"Alexander," he said, "it seems like someone took Quinn away. I'll look into it."

With that, Alexander turned, leaving the storeroom behind. He walked into the living room, where, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a complete divorce agreement bearing Quinn's signature.

Wordlessly, almost reflexively, he tore the document to shreds and cast it aside. The paper scraps scattered across the floor.

Upon scanning the room once more, he found no other clues of value, apart from the torn divorce agreement. "Check the security footage," he commanded.

"Right away," Kyle responded.

the records would reveal any visitors - this should be an

monitor. The screen left no room for doubt. Someone

Oliver. Glancing at the caller ID, Alexander caught Kyle's eye, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Yes, as soon as he had finished reviewing the footage,

speakerphone and setting it down on the coffee table. "Alexander, I will resolve this situation. I can't reach Abigail right now, but something about this doesn't add up," Oliver

left the house these past days. Why would she abruptly take Quinn away?" His implication was clear. Maybe Quinn had reached out to Abigail, and whatever they

then the blame should not fall on Abigail's shoulders. "Three days," Alexander suddenly

"What?"

to see

was silent for a while, and then responded, "Okay, I

Alexander closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, his fingers still