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.

just bored,'

busy with the kids and didn't

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 looking confused. "What do

time doing nothing and not knowing what you want. It's

and didn't

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

or unfinished business," Quinn suggested. Abigail waved her hand. "Alright, stop. The more you

go for a walk," Quinn

"Sure," Abigail agreed.

up and went

trees along the road had sprouted new leaves, creating

soon complained of being tired. She was both mentally and physically exhausted. The stab

and quickly sat

her

only been walking for

worried,

"I'm fine, just tired. Guess I'm really getting old," she said. Quinn smirked,

down next to Abigail. "Is it because the snake bite hasn't

"Yeah," Abigail replied.

answered every question, Quinn could tell her responses were mostly half-hearted, making Quinn feel

saw Alexander

Brandy walking beside him, bathed in the sunset,

asked, "Why are

"Oh, we went for a

nodded and glanced at

go

giving Quinn a chance to speak. Quinn watched her leave, opened her mouth, and finally sighed helplessly. "What's

shook her head. "I'm fine. She seems to have something on

glanced at Abigail, then quickly looked

"Let

do it. Sprout's heavy,"

Quinn couldn't carry him for long