Love Unspoken

An hour had elapsed by the time Quinn finally emerged from the confines of the bathroom.

She found herself back in the sanctuary of her bed, though she had no recollection of how she managed to get there. Exhaustion had claimed her, leaving her incapable of even the smallest of movements.

Through the narrow slits of her barely opened eyes, she caught sight of Alexander preparing to leave. She watched him, her mind in a daze, as he slipped into a dark sweater and exited the room, the closing door severing her view of him. Her eyelids, too heavy to resist, fell shut, surrendering her to the beckoning arms of sleep.She was roused from her slumber by a sharp, piercing pain in her lower abdomen.

Huddled in bed, her skin pale and slick with sweat, the sensation was hauntingly familiar-it echoed the pain she had endured after the loss of her child.

Summoning all her strength, Quinn managed to rise from the bed. Leaning heavily against the wall for support, she navigated her way downstairs with shaky steps.She located the painkillers, her hand trembling as she poured several into her palm.

she popped the pills into her mouth and rushed to the faucet, washing

allowed herself to crumple onto the cold kitchen floor.She glanced at the painkillers still clutched in her hand and forced a bitter smile onto her face.A thought crossed her mind: if she were to die, Getty

about Alexander? Would he share in that happiness?With her eyes closed, she lay on the kitchen floor, her body devoid of

the realization

any recollection of how she ended up there.Propping herself up against

breakfast. Once the meal was ready and set on the table, she sat in

when the clock chimed eight that she began to nibble at the

noticed her idle state. He extended some documents towards her."Quinn, if you're looking for something to do, could you enter these into the computer?