Love Unspoken

Alexander leaned in, "Look, I ain't scared of kicking the bucket, but if I gotta go, I need your forgiveness first."

Quinn's throat felt like sandpaper. She just stared at Alexander, words stuck somewhere deep inside.

Finally, she croaked out, "What if I never forgive you?"

Alexander shrugged, "Then I guess I keep living. Dying's easy. I bet if I croaked right here, you'd forgive me on the spot. But that's not what I'm after."

Quinn yanked her hand away, "You never tell the truth, do you?"

"Why don't you trust me?" Alexander's voice cracked a bit.

"You said you lost your phone and wallet. So how'd you get your adoption papers? Where's your passport from? And what about those two hundred million in charity funds?" Quinn shot back. Alexander was ready to argue, but Quinn's fierce look shut him up.

"Quinn, what do I gotta do?" Alexander asked, sounding beat.

"I've told you a million times. I don't wanna see you. Stop popping up and stop with the fantasies. The best thing you can do is stay away," Quinn said, ice-cold.

flashing in his eyes.

times. What other tricks you got? You say you don't wanna use death for forgiveness, but is tricking me any better?" Quinn

words cut through, making Quinn wanna slap

her hand free,

free, she bit his

the pain or just surprise, he let

and said, "Your bite's still strong, and the

she stayed another second. She turned

there, staring at her back, rubbing the

the hospital, taking deep

her phone buzzed.

was the SIM card Abigail

two packages. She tore them open and

the passport making

Quinn called Abigail.