Love Unspoken

Soren released a series of sighs, his mind churning before he finally spoke. "You're suffering from a disease known as Alzheimer's, and it's causing you to forget many things. Don't you have a notebook? You should take it out and read it." Quinn's gaze dropped to her hands, finding them empty. No notebook was in sight. Soren opened his mouth to continue, but the sight of her vacant expression halted his words.

It was clear she wouldn't remember. "Come on," he said gently, "I'll take you home."

He resolved then to inform Alexander of the situation.

Confusion swirled in Quinn's mind, a tempest of uncertainty. Rising to her feet, she followed Soren in a mechanical fashion, her movements devoid of thought.

With a sense of urgency, Soren drove at full speed, ferrying Quinn back to the villa. Upon arrival, Quinn stepped out of the car, preparing to dart into the house as she usually did.

But before she could cross the threshold, the villa's door slammed shut, leaving her stranded outside. She stood rooted to the spot, her mind a whirl of confusion.

of your condition. I'll go

open, revealing not Alexander, but a middle-aged woman. "Who are

returned?" The woman gave him a once-over before shaking her head.

doesn't retrieve them, they'll be discarded." As she spoke, she swung the door

flicker of guilt crossed her face. She had taken a few items

her face pale and her expression vacant. "Will Alexander return?" he

sealed up." "So soon?" "I'm just a worker. Alexander's belongings are still here.

turned to Quinn, seeking her input, but she had already ventured inside. She approached the pile

haphazardly packed everything, leaving her clothes and jewelry

it was evident that Alexander hadn't truly desired a divorce. Now, with