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.

in his eyes. "Is that

lied so many times. What other tricks you got? You say you don't wanna use death

was thick, but his words cut through, making Quinn

to yank her hand

break free, she

the pain or just surprise, he let

the deep bite marks and said, "Your

she'd explode if she stayed another second. She turned and stormed

staring at her

hospital, taking

she was about to head back, her phone buzzed. The delivery station

SIM card Abigail sent. She

were two packages. She tore them open and found a SIM card and

was thrilled, the passport making her forget the

Quinn called Abigail.