Love Unspoken

Quinn set one journal aside, only to take up another. Its pages were crinkled and aged, the script within faded and askew from the passage of time.

As she leafed through it, she found that every youthful wish etched onto its pages had been realized: trips to amusement parks, a coveted cake, an oversized lollipop, the cartoons she yearned to watch, a pristine princess dress, and butterfly hair clips.

Even her wish to marry him had come true.The final wish sat on the page, followed by a stretch of emptiness.

She had wed Alexander, and with him, all wishes ceased. It was akin to reaching the end of a tale. Yet, the end of life had not arrived.

stories, comes the mundane existence that no one

granted, Alexander stopped coming home.Quinn passed her days in the frosty silence of the villa, her life as tranquil as

the time three in the morning

the storage room-a place Alexander never ventured into. The following night, Alexander returned. Quinn

passed her, he paused to say, "Don't wander off."Three simple words, and he was gone again. Quinn watched the direction he vanished into and

teeming with people awaiting his arrival. Freya sat on the couch, her face as pale as a ghost, while Kaitlyn tried to comfort her with gentle

center of the hall, three men knelt. These were the men who had abducted Valerie.Yates turned to Freya, "Don't you think you owe us an explanation?"Freya vehemently shook her