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.

would reveal any visitors - this should be

room for doubt. Someone had definitely been there, and it wasn't just anyone. It was Abigail. When Abigail had left, Quinn was slung over her shoulder. Alexander remained calm, scrolling through the footage to the end where Abigail's car disappeared into a blind spot, and the video feed cut

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

it down on the coffee table. "Alexander, I will resolve this situation. I can't reach Abigail right

Why would she abruptly take Quinn away?" His implication was clear. Maybe Quinn had reached

initiated everything, then the blame should not fall on

"What?"

three days. I want to see both of them," Alexander stated

for a while, and then responded,

up. Alexander closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch, his fingers still toying with his wristwatch. "Go find them," he commanded, "Search everywhere if you have to, just find