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.

once mentioned that after the grand finale in movies or stories, comes the mundane existence that no one observes because

days in the frosty silence of the villa, her life as tranquil

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

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,

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

his arrival. Freya sat on the couch, her face as pale as a ghost, while

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 them before!"Yates sighed and produced a voice recorder from his