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.

be insufficient. Swiftly, she popped the pills into her mouth and

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

kitchen floor, her body devoid of strength. The only sound was the rhythmic

realization dawning on her that Alexander had not

downstairs for medication, her collapse onto the floor without any recollection of how she ended up

preparing breakfast. Once the meal was ready and

began to nibble at the food, alone.After changing her clothes, she hailed a cab to

her gaze fixed blankly on the computer screen.Before long, Kyle Astor walked in and noticed her idle