Love Unspoken

In no time at all, Abigail had escorted her companion to the bustling train station. The station was teeming with people, a sight that offered Abigail a sense of relief. The dense crowd made locating Quinn akin to finding a needle in a haystack. Thus, Abigail was less worried about Alexander finding Quinn.

"Quinn, we'll rendezvous in Hamilton. Be careful on the train and don't hesitate to call me if anything arises, alright?" Abigail instructed.

Quinn nodded in agreement, affirming, "I will. Take care on the road."

"Yeah, I better get moving," Abigail responded, her voice laced with urgency. She dared not linger, fearful that Alexander might catch up. Only once she had left the highway behind would she truly be safe.

Quinn watched as Abigail's car faded into the distance, standing still as a statue. She had no intention of leaving. Walter had orchestrated this scenario to frame Abigail, to make everyone believe that it was Abigail who had taken her.

If Quinn were to accompany Abigail, she'd be playing right into Walter's scheme. If they were caught, the consequences were too dire to contemplate. It was of utmost importance that Abigail escaped. Quinn couldn't bear the thought of her falling into Alexander's clutches.

would cease. However, whether she would ever reunite with Abigail was

as a light rain began to

through the gate. Quinn settled in the terminal, the continuous overhead announcements her

house was empty. He was too late! Just as Kyle was about to succumb to

The world around her changed continuously, yet she remained

she had already departed by train. If

for the complete experience-all for free. The

nodded in agreement. Seeing her agree brought Kyle a sense of relief, but he couldn't help but warn her, "Alexander is out

at Kyle, who gave her a look that screamed, 'Be careful.' Her fingers tensed