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

the box, examining it in her hand. The camera was capable of capturing a 360-degree

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 gaze to Walter.

nel5s.org, you might be missing

a smile playing on his lips. "What

"The receiver."

nonchalantly.

Walter reached into his pocket, pulling out a black, palm-sized screen. He tossed it to Alexander, who caught it with

men. Neither

nel5s.org, you might be missing out on

time to sleep," Alexander announced abruptly, turning to ascend the stairs. Quinn quickly followed, her gaze falling to the watch on her wrist. She thought of the