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.

tight, hurt flashing in his eyes. "Is that all I can

don't wanna use death for forgiveness, but is tricking me any better?" Quinn

was thick, but his words

to yank her hand free, yelling, "Alexander,

break free,

pain or just surprise,

said, "Your bite's still strong, and the shape's just like before.

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

stood there, staring at

of the hospital, taking deep

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

SIM

them open and found a SIM card and

was thrilled, the passport making her forget the

Quinn called Abigail.