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.

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

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

standing next to her. She hadn't noticed

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a smile playing on

"The receiver."

nonchalantly. "What is

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, pulling out a black, palm-sized screen. He tossed it to Alexander, who caught

glanced between the two men. Neither spoke, so she

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Alexander announced abruptly, turning to ascend the stairs. Quinn quickly followed, her gaze falling to the watch on her wrist. She thought of the videos on her phone, a blush creeping onto