Love Unspoken

Alexander remained unresponsive, calmly standing in place without even blinking.

Quinn became anxious. She hurried forward, grabbing Walter's arm and shaking her head at him. Walter stared at Quinn's frantic gaze, a strong hint of mockery curling his lips.

"What did you find?" Alexander suddenly asked.

Walter glared at Alexander. "Why should I tell you?"

Alexander raised his hand and pushed away Walter's dagger. "It's getting dark. Let's finish this quickly." Walter felt like he had punched into cotton as he angrily sheathed his knife and pulled Quinn over.

Quinn stumbled to stand in front of the tombstone, gazing at the photo on it. In contrast to the previous unfamiliarity, she now felt an indescribable emotion - a heavy sensation in her chest. Alexander watched the two figures walk away, fell silent, and walked away.

Alexander came to a nearby pavilion, leaned against a pillar, and thoughtfully lit a cigarette.

Walter cleared the weeds around the tombstone and wiped its surface. As he cleaned, he spoke softly, "Come stand here."

Quinn furrowed her brows, looking at Walter with confusion.

the weeds rather than looking at

know how to read? Look at the names on

noticed the inscriptions on the tombstone: one named Sophia Grace

Mellon...

widened suddenly. She was forced to look closely at the man's

Quinn's breathing quickened slightly.

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'This is. Could it

mind. Quinn suddenly looked at Walter, hoping to get

his eyes stinging as

to lose all strength, weakly sitting on the

her family, the Kennedys, would find

day and that

that the people buried in the cemetery were

realized she had no home to

own, to see