Love Unspoken

Getty's voice echoed through the hallway as she called out to the receding figure, "Are you coming back tonight?"

The uncertainty of whether her words had reached him hung in the air. The next morning, Quinn stirred from her slumber, a throbbing pain pulsating through her skull.

She attempted to sit up, her hand instinctively clutching her head, but the room spun wildly around her. With a weak sigh, she surrendered to the vertigo and lay back down.

Just then, Soren emerged from the kitchen, a small bottle of medicine clutched in his hand. His face lit up upon seeing Quinn conscious. "Quinn, you're awake just in time. Take this medicine!" he exclaimed.A frown creased Quinn's forehead as she regarded Soren.

Her memory was a foggy haze, and she couldn't place this man. Hadn't she been drinking with Chandler?Her gaze drifted to the bedside table where a note lay. It read, "You have Alzheimer's disease. If you can't remember things, check the notebook in your bag."

A second note reminded her, "Don't forget to take the medicine in the drawer."Leaning against the headboard, Quinn watched Soren bustling around for her, her face etched with discomfort.

in her head was relentless.Soren approached her, extending the medicine towards her. "Take this. You drank

A wave of nausea swept over her, causing her to lean over the bedside and retch.Soren

she accepted a tissue from Soren, wiping her mouth before bravely swallowing the remainder of the medicine. With an apologetic smile, Soren handed her

candy, popping it into her mouth. This was her first experience with alcohol,

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candy, her fingers flying over her phone as she typed out a message: [How did I come back?]Soren scratched his head, looking slightly perplexed. "I'm not sure either. When I came back, you were already in bed." A flicker of suspicion

she lived. She quickly dismissed her

leave, then took a moment to gather her strength before pushing off the bed. She retrieved the medicine from the drawer, then moved to the window, pulling back the curtain to let in the morning light. The early morning

a heavy heart, she shuffled to the living room couch, picked up the

Chandler was dead? Quinn's eyes widened in disbelief. She quickly grabbed her phone and began searching, her heart sinking as she found numerous articles about the hotel fire and