Love Unspoken

After a bit, she rolled outta bed, slipped on her shoes, and headed downstairs.

Walter was chillin' in the living room, nose deep in a newspaper. Dude had been laying low these past few days 'cause of his injury, barely stepping out. "Yo, it's already five. Where you off to?" Walter suddenly piped up.

It was like he had eyes in the back of his head. Quinn had tried to sneak past, but he still caught her.

Quinn stopped, turned around, and said, "I'm going to the hospital."

"You're just gonna go see him now?" Walter asked.

"I'm not going to see him, I'm going to..." She trailed off. Couldn't spill the beans about the kid.

Walter put down the paper, tilted his head, and gave her a look. "You going back on your word?"

Quinn hung her head, couldn't think of a comeback.

She had promised she was done with Alexander-no visits, no checking up on him.

But she hadn't stuck to it.

Made all her past drama and beef with the Kennedys seem like she deserved it, like she brought it on herself.

efforts to ditch Alexander look like a

made her look

you again, you'll think I'm up to something, like Alexander,

Soren came rushing

his busted leg. "Isn't it

hesitated, then quickly said, "Yeah,

squatted next to Walter,

couldn't

could see

took it off, the wound looked nasty. Stitched up and medicated, but the flesh was all

it, Quinn would've

and saw her standing there. "Weren't you leaving? What are

her lips together, didn't

she walked over to Walter, stared at his leg, and asked softly, "How'd you get

casual, saying, "I was

Alexander's for helping an old man. Both of them used dumb reasons to keep her from finding out the truth. There was a bit of defiance too, like, "You wouldn't believe me anyway, so who cares how I got

had nothing more to say. She sat down next to him and

at her.