Love Unspoken

After what felt like an eternity, Walter finally stopped the car.

Quinn, with her palms sweaty from nervousness, looked out to see nothing but wilderness surrounding them.

Walter got out, slamming the door behind him and then went around to yank open the passenger side, pulling Quinn out abruptly.

She stumbled and fell as she exited, but he quickly hoisted her back up with ease. She felt as insignificant as a chick in his grip.Gripping her wrist tightly, he started heading into the woods with Quinn staggering behind him. Although the rain hadn't fallen, the grass was wet with dew, and it wasn't long before Quinn's pant cuffs and shoes were soaked through.

After a long walk, Quinn no longer had the strength to go on, and she simply sat down, her legs giving out beneath her. Walter paused in his stride and turned to look at her.

"Get up," he demanded.Quinn looked up at him. Perhaps it was the unexpected softness in his voice, lightly tinged with amusement, that lacked intimidation.

her head subconsciously; she really couldn't go any further. Still holding her wrist, Walter simply started dragging her along when

to follow him unsteadily. Elsewhere, Alexander stood at the scene of a multi-car accident,

Astor stood cautiously beside him, sneaking glances at his expression."Land, Alexander, a call-it's from the old man," said

moment of silence, Alexander turned to glance at the phone in Kyle's hand before walking away from the wreckage. "Keep looking, they're still in Amber Bay.""Yes, sir..."Kyle scratched his

Quinn ran away from home, was this composed about her kidnapping. Did he believe Walter was a good man who wouldn't harm Quinn?But that didn't

it.

even his own wife; how could he treat Quinn any better? Puzzled yet unable to decipher Alexander's thoughts, Kyle hurried to

was seething with anger. He had never imagined his own daughter would betray him.

away, she had received a file on Walter.

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man wasn't the real Walter at all; every detail about him was fabricated. Freya found it absurd that the man she'd lived with for two years, whom she'd called her husband, was a complete impostor. Faced with incontrovertible evidence from Xavier, she had no room for denial and admitted her