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.

the grand finale in movies or stories, comes the mundane existence that no one observes because it lacks

wishes had been granted, Alexander stopped coming home.Quinn passed her days in the frosty silence of the

page of the journal, Quinn penned a new wish.By the time three in the morning

wishes she had just inscribed, realizing she still harbored many unfulfilled desires.She exhaled, gently closed the journal, and concealed both journals in the storage room-a place Alexander never ventured into. The following night, Alexander returned. Quinn rose immediately upon his arrival, but he barely acknowledged her as he rushed upstairs, only to

off."Three simple words, and he was gone again. Quinn

room teeming with people awaiting his arrival. Freya sat on the couch, her face as pale as

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 head, "I don't know, I swear I've never seen