Love Unspoken

A call from the caretaker found its way to Quinn as well. The woman on the other end of the line confessed her inability to continue in her role. Quinn, taken aback, struggled to form a response. She yearned to inquire about the specifics, but her words were trapped, leaving her to stew in silent worry on the other end of the line.

Everything had appeared normal when she had departed the previous evening!

The caretaker's voice filled the silence, her words tumbling out in a rush. "How should I refund the money to you? Maybe you should come by tomorrow, no wait, it's better if you come now... I feel like the old lady is..."

Quinn's grip on the phone tightened, her heart pounding with a mix of panic and helplessness. She cursed her inability to articulate her thoughts.

Once the call ended, she quickly composed a text to the caretaker, explaining her inability to speak and requesting details about the elderly woman's condition. After sending the message, she cast a glance upstairs, considered for a moment, and then decided against seeking his assistance.

Quinn sank into the couch, her phone clutched tightly in her hand as she waited for a response.

Perhaps the caretaker was too preoccupied; she didn't notice the text, and Quinn's wait for a reply proved fruitless.

As she glanced at the wall clock, it read ten at night.

Her anxiety, perhaps, had triggered the return of her headache. It was a sharp, stabbing pain that made her world spin.

Holding her head, she curled up on the couch, her fingers tightly wound in her hair, teeth gritted against the pain.

through this, she urged herself, tightening her

minutes felt like an eternity

vibrated. Quinn, struggling, sat up and retrieved the fallen

head, she managed to

The caretaker had replied.

his desire to take her home. However, there was still some of the medical fund remaining. The

to the ER, only to be later wheeled out to a doctor who

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involving the

had issued a critical condition notice, and it seemed unlikely that the

of texts, her heart

hospital? How had he managed to be

for the pain to subside before

he truly

weak, Quinn made her way towards the study, swaying with each step

knock; instead, she pushed the door open and