Love Unspoken

Upon noticing the door slightly ajar, Ms. Miller mustered her courage and gently nudged it open. The sound of retching greeted her, and she quickly moved towards the source of the distress.

"Quinn? What's the matter?" Ms. Miller's voice echoed with concern as she rushed to the young woman's side. She glanced down to find that Quinn had already flushed away the evidence of her discomfort. With a grimace, Quinn wiped her mouth on her sleeve and looked up at Ms. Miller. She gestured dismissively, indicating that she had merely overeaten.

Ms. Miller hesitated, her gaze shifting between the toilet and Quinn's pained expression. "Should I get Soren to take a look?" she suggested.

Quinn shook her head, attempting to wave off the concern. However, another wave of nausea hit her, and she doubled over the toilet once more.

She had already expelled everything she had consumed earlier, and what followed was a bitter, acidic fluid. Her stomach convulsed violently, as if her intestines were knotting together, relentlessly churning upwards. Once the retching subsided, Quinn slumped to the floor, too drained to move.

"Quinn, are you okay?" Ms. Miller asked cautiously.Quinn managed a weak nod and a feeble wave of her hand, signaling that she was fine.

Despite her doubts, Ms. Miller decided not to press further. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Kennedy asked me to bring some clothes to him. Which should I take down?"

of strength, couldn't discern whether the spasms were in her stomach or her

exited the room and

she found the living room deserted. A quick search revealed no sign of Alexander's coat draped on the sofa. The

Witnessing Alexander's blatant betrayal of Quinn stirred

herself up. Seeing her unsteady steps, Ms. Miller

Miller's support, settled onto the bed. She looked at the clothes in Ms.

turned a shade paler as she nodded. "I didn't see anyone when I went downstairs. I'll put the clothes back for

to Quinn's side. "Quinn, don't you think you should see

downstairs for now. If you need anything, you can use the internal phone on the

by Kyle two days prior for Quinn's convenience, was meant to provide a quick means

of rain against the windows. It was raining again. Quinn closed her eyes, and the image

that evening. Instead, he had gone to the mall