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.

grand finale in movies or stories,

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

of the journal, Quinn penned a new wish.By the time three in the morning rolled around, sleepiness began

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

simple words, and he was gone again. Quinn watched the direction he vanished into and bit

Kennedys, a bustling living room 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 pats on her shoulder.The Yates family was present

were the men who had abducted Valerie.Yates turned to Freya, "Don't you think you owe us an explanation?"Freya vehemently shook her head, "I don't know, I swear I've never seen them before!"Yates sighed and produced a voice recorder