Love Unspoken

Abigail shot Quinn a skeptical look.

Quinn tugged her inside, saying, "Don't just stand there. Come on in."

Abigail trailed behind, her eyes darting around curiously. "Why didn't you go out with them?" she asked. "Didn't feel like it. Decided to stay home and sort through their clothes," Quinn replied.

Even though Briar was a great help, Quinn felt better handling the kids' stuff herself.

"Kids grow so fast. Their clothes get small in no time. I've saved all the outgrown ones for you," Quinn added. Abigail's face tightened, and she snapped, "Why are you saving them? Are you jinxing me to have kids?" Quinn paused, then turned back with a grin. "Well, if you don't want them, someone else can use them." "Someone else? Who else are you saving them for?" Abigail asked, confused.

"I don't know," Quinn shrugged.

"It's just a few clothes. It's not like others can't afford them," Abigail said, brushing it off.

Quinn sighed and pulled her to sit on the couch. She stared at Abigail for a moment. "Abigail, you seem a bit bored. Why don't you find a job?" she suggested.

Abigail was taken aback, then her eyes lit up. "You're right. I've felt like something was missing, and now I realize it's because I don't have a job."

"What do you want to do?" Quinn asked.

"I don't know," Abigail admitted.

She had never worked before and was used to her freedom. The thought of suddenly working in a company felt unbearable.

She propped her chin on her hand and sighed. "I'll think about it."

"Since you're not doing it for the money, why not talk to Orion? He's doing pretty well now," Quinn suggested.

"I almost forgot about him. He's in Sylvadora, right?" Abigail asked.

"Yeah," Quinn confirmed.

Abigail nodded in agreement. "Not a bad idea. If I can't find a job, I'll go to him."

Quinn stared at Abigail for a while. She could tell that Abigail seemed lost and directionless, agreeing with whatever she said.

bored,'

was busy with the kids and didn't have time

to problems. Life is short, just a few decades. Do what you want and don't waste your youth on trivial things," Quinn advised. Abigail rested her chin on her hands, still

not knowing what you want. It's

frowned and

while, she said gloomily, "You're right, but I don't know what

you have unresolved issues or unfinished business," Quinn suggested. Abigail waved her hand. "Alright, stop. The more you talk, the more confused

go for a walk,"

"Sure," Abigail agreed.

up and went

The trees along the road had sprouted new

exhausted. The stab

a bench by the road and quickly sat down. "I can't walk

her a

genuinely worn out, but they'd only been walking for

asked, worried, "You

was previously injured, her face pale. "I'm fine, just tired. Guess

down next to Abigail. "Is it because the snake bite

"Yeah," Abigail replied.

Quinn could tell her responses were mostly half-hearted,

saw Alexander coming

with Brandy walking beside him, bathed in

and asked,

went for

and glanced at

go

Quinn a chance to speak. Quinn watched her leave, opened

She seems to have something on

Abigail, then quickly

"Let me

do it. Sprout's heavy," Alexander