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 all I can

wanna

thick, but his words cut through, making

to yank her hand free,

she couldn't break free, she bit his

it was the pain or just surprise, he

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

she stayed another second.

follow. He just stood there, staring at her back, rubbing

out of the hospital, taking

phone buzzed. The delivery station had a

was the SIM card Abigail

them open and

thrilled, the passport making

Quinn called Abigail.