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.

box was a sleek, white watch. It had no hands or timer, but the screen reflected the ceiling and her own face. Walter explained, "This is a miniature camera. You can wear it on your wrist to record everything that happens each day,

it in her hand. The camera was capable of capturing a 360-degree view, encompassing almost

away. Quinn instinctively looked up, finding Alexander standing next to her. She hadn't noticed his arrival. Alexander toyed with the watch in his hand,

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a smile playing on his

"The receiver."

nonchalantly.

engage in the banter, his intense stare making it clear he wouldn't back down until Walter complied. With a resigned sigh and a chuckle, Walter reached into his pocket,

glanced between the two men. Neither spoke, so she silently fastened the watch around

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