Love Unspoken

The images on the screen transitioned once more, returning to an array of Getty's photographs. Among them were her artistic portraits and stills from various scenes.

Quinn's gaze was drawn to the woman she had encountered earlier. Her eyes flickered with recognition.

Getty. Relationship.

These two words echoed in her mind, reverberating like a persistent drumbeat.

However, before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, Walter had already changed the channel. The screen now displayed a sci-fi series, pulling her attention away from her internal musings.

Quinn's gaze dropped to the floor, her mind void of any particular thoughts. She knew that come morning, she would remember none of this. Sometimes, she found herself questioning whether her condition was a blessing or a curse.

As the afternoon waned, Walter left the house for a few hours, only to return around eight or nine in the evening. Upon his return, he handed Quinn a small box. "Put this on your wrist," he instructed.

and her own face. Walter explained, "This is a miniature camera. You

aback. She carefully removed the watch from the box, examining it in her hand. The camera was capable of capturing a 360-degree view, encompassing

instinctively looked up, finding Alexander standing next to her. She hadn't noticed his arrival. Alexander toyed with the watch in his hand, glancing at it briefly before turning his

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playing on his

"The receiver."

nonchalantly. "What

and a chuckle, Walter reached into his pocket, pulling out a black, palm-sized screen. He tossed it to Alexander, who caught it with ease. After a quick inspection, Alexander tossed the watch

the two men. Neither spoke, so

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the stairs. Quinn quickly followed, her gaze falling to the watch on her wrist. She thought