Love Unspoken

With a sigh, Kyle shook his head, his voice echoing the emptiness of their search. "Nothing. How about you?"

Oliver's expression was grave, his own head echoing Kyle's motion. "These girls are slick. They've completely vanished." His network of connections had been exhausted, yet no trace of the girls had been found. They could have left Amber Bay by now.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Kyle mused, his brow furrowed in thought. "Quinn barely ever leaves the house. And Abigail isn't the type to slip by unnoticed during our search."

Oliver paused, considering Kyle's words. "Exactly. That's why I wanted to discuss this with Alexander, but his phone's turned off, so I came here."

No one understood Abigail like Oliver did. Her carefree nature was not one to dodge surveillance, let alone evade the tight net he and Alexander had cast. The idea of her vanishing without a trace in just two days seemed impossible. They would have needed a car or a plane. Money for food and essentials. Yet there were no leads no withdrawals, nothing. It was baffling.

Kyle's voice wavered as he spoke, "Alexander's been inside, motionless, all afternoon. Are you sure you want to go in?"

For a brief moment, Oliver hesitated, weighing his options before deciding to step inside.

Issues needed to be confronted, resolutions sought. They couldn't be addressed without facing them.

As he groped in the darkness, Oliver struggled to find the light switch. Guided by instinct, he made his way to Alexander's side. "Alexander."

to adjust before lowering his hand and taking a seat across from Alexander. "I've come across some discrepancies, and I'm sure

head slightly, his gaze fixed on Oliver.

else

"Where is she?"

words, suddenly at a loss for

face unreadable. "You've got two days

for the complete experience-all

frowned slightly. "This situation... it's not really

Quinn?" Alexander countered, his tone ambiguous. "Whether she did it willingly or someone exploited her, she can't shake off responsibility." Oliver processed his words, falling into a

"You're right."

Oliver. And if I find her first, don't blame me for

at all, going out of your way to hurt her. "Have you ever tried to see it from Quinn's perspective? Sometimes I just can't understand you. Are you trying to keep her, or

let her go. Don't you

us for the complete experience all for

remained silent,

weaving through the silence, making the room's light ambiguous