Love Unspoken

Meanwhile, Kyle hit up Alexander to give him the lowdown on some stuff.

Freya was about to get sprung from the slammer.

"So soon?" Alexander was kinda taken aback. He glanced out the window, thinking about Freya.

"Yeah, man, it's been three years," Kyle sighed. A ton of stuff had gone down since Freya got locked up.

Alexander had been busting his butt for years, going toe-to-toe with Landon, but in the end, the Kennedy Group ended up in Getty's hands. Ulysses probably never saw that coming, and Wayne? Even less so.

Kyle kept going, "Oh, and one more thing. Abigail swapped out a SIM card. It's the one Mrs. Kennedy used to use."

"SIM card?" Alexander asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep," Kyle confirmed.

Alexander squinted and said, "Got it. Don't sweat it."

"Okay," Kyle replied.

hung up and called Sean to bring the car

around the hospital, so he got

still in his hospital gown, strolled out and told

jam-packed. Originally, there were two cars, but now everything was crammed into

tossing it on the ground, and

squatted down, opened the suitcase, and found a silver box

was full of stuff-photos of him and Quinn, a white wristband,

picked up the phone, his eyes lingering on the photos. He took them out

beach. There used to be more, but

at them for a bit, then put them back and grabbed some documents at

tossed. When he turned back, he saw Alexander looking at the documents. "Mr. Kennedy, you planning

a look, stuffed the phone and documents in his pocket, and closed the box. "Put it back," he ordered.

Quinn by courier, under Abigail's

said do it, so do

a fuse, Sean quickly took the documents. "Okay, I'll

his collar, pulling him back, "Write Amber Bay as the sender's address,