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.

aware of your

creaked open, revealing not Alexander, but a middle-aged woman. "Who are you looking for?"

once-over before shaking her head. "Alexander isn't coming back. He asked me to clean

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

taken a few items during her cleaning, fearing they

expression vacant. "Will Alexander return?" he asked. "I already told you, Alexander won't be

cleaning, this villa will be ready to be sealed up." "So soon?" "I'm just a worker. Alexander's

she had already ventured inside. She approached

housekeeper had haphazardly packed everything, leaving her clothes and jewelry in a chaotic mess that resembled a heap of

their relationship, but it was evident that Alexander hadn't truly desired a divorce. Now, with Quinn's unpleasant