Love Unspoken

Quinn hitched a ride to town and made her way to the maternity and child department at the hospital.

The elevator doors slid open, and there was Alexander, chatting with the cops, still rocking that hospital gown, leaning against the wall like he owned the place. Quinn acted like she didn't see him and marched straight up to the police officer. "Hey, officer, what do I need to do?"

The cop grabbed his notebook and pen, saying, "Just spill the beans about what went down that day."

Quinn shot a glance at Alexander. He was giving her those puppy-dog eyes, but she couldn't shake the memory of his look from that day.

She turned away and laid out the whole story for the cop.

After jotting everything down, she asked the officer to snap a few pics.

Then she headed into the ward, stood by the baby's incubator, and took a few more shots.

The cop asked her to pose, and Quinn awkwardly flashed a peace sign. It felt so fake, like she was some wannabe do-gooder.

In the photos, her face was stiff, like she was about to get busted.

finished up, smiled, and shook hands with

at the cop, and said, "Nice

he added,

cop chuckled and said, "We'll head

Quinn was ready to bounce

wrist and called out,

She turned, "What?"

see our daughter?" Alexander

it got to do with me?" She hadn't signed up for this adoption;

whipped out an adoption certificate and shoved it in her

enough, the certificate showed that she and Alexander, as a couple, had adopted Quinlan

at him, yelling, "Are you nuts? It's bad enough you used my last name, but you gave her

saying, "Don't talk about yourself like that. It's

gave you the right to name her Quinlan Mellon? You wanted to adopt her. Don't drag me into this. Go change it yourself!" Quinn

it. You pick the name. Whatever you want,