Love Unspoken

A memory stirred within Quinn, a recollection of a time when she had stumbled and a youthful college student had come to her aid.

His smile had been radiant, brimming with the vigor of youth, a mirror image of the one Finn now wore.Lost in the haze of her thoughts, she watched as Finn bent his head, rummaging through his pocket to retrieve a bandage. With a gentleness that belied his size, he carefully opened the bandage and applied it to her forehead. "I'm sorry about earlier, about you getting hurt," he said, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Regaining her composure, Quinn took a step back, her hand gesturing in a dismissive manner. "It's okay," she assured him.Finn studied her for a moment, his gaze thoughtful.

was taken aback, the words echoing in her mind. They reminded her of something Alexander used to say. She hesitated, her mind grappling with the unexpected connection.Before she could formulate a response, the driver's voice broke through her

barren grasslands and sloping hills. A large iron gate loomed ahead. Finn ended their conversation abruptly, hopping out of the car to open the gate before hopping back in. The driver navigated through the entrance, leading them into an area dotted with modest

these sheds were rows of shelves and cages, each housing numerous cats and dogs. To the left were dogs;

in unloading cages from the car