Love Unspoken

Walter's gaze was transfixed on the bedroom door, his mind seemingly lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts.

When Quinn finally emerged, freshly dressed, Walter was nowhere to be found. In his place, her phone lay abandoned on the coffee table.

Quinn's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Abigail, leaving no room for speculation about Walter's potential machinations. She scooped up her phone, opened the door, and stepped out of the apartment. To her surprise, the building was equipped with elevators, and the apartment was on the 32nd floor, the top of the building. She rode the elevator down to the ground floor, but there was no sign of Abigail. On a sudden impulse, Quinn descended to the underground parking garage. As she emerged from the elevator, she scanned the area and her eyes landed on a black Volkswagen, its headlights piercing the gloom. Summoning her courage, Quinn approached the vehicle. As she drew nearer, she could just make out a figure inside. It was Abigail, bound and gagged with duct tape, her eyes obscured by a blindfold. Without hesitation, Quinn yanked open the car door and clambered inside.

The commotion stirred Abigail, who responded with muffled sounds of protest that sounded like muffled curses.

Quinn reached out and gently removed the blindfold from Abigail's face. Upon recognizing Quinn, Abigail ceased her struggles, her shock rendering her motionless.

Their eyes met in a moment of complex understanding before Quinn raised her hand to untie the ropes binding Abigail's wrists.

Once her hands were free, Abigail wasted no time in tearing the duct tape from her mouth. "Quinn, why are you here?"

Bending down, Quinn untied the ropes around Abigail's ankles, then looked up at her, her gestures asking, "What happened?"

Abigail's brow furrowed in thought as she began to recount her ordeal. "I received an anonymous text in the middle of the night, warning me that you were in danger and would be dead if I didn't intervene." Quinn's eyes flickered with recognition. Walter had told her the same thing.

Abigail continued her story. "I went to your apartment, thinking it wouldn't hurt to check, and what if you really were in danger? When I arrived, I found you unconscious in the storage room.

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"I was furious. I knew I had to get you out of there, away from that man. Even if it meant facing Alexander, I was prepared.

"That's why I left him a divorce agreement and took you away from Amber Bay while Alexander was out. I had planned to take you to a clinic.

"But the informant seemed to know my plans and told me to bring you to him, claiming he had a doctor for you. So, I went."

Abigail recalled driving to the provided location, carrying Quinn, and heading towards the arranged spot. Shortly into their journey, someone struck her from behind. She lost consciousness, and when she woke up, she was bound and blindfolded, plunged into darkness.

They had only tied her up, nothing more, but she had no idea how long she had been there until Quinn removed the blindfold just moments ago. That was her ordeal.

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Quinn's lips pressed together in a firm line, her resolve clear. She had no intention of dragging Abigail deeper into this mess.

Seeing Quinn's silence, Abigail's gaze drifted to the wound on Quinn's forehead. It was clumsily bandaged, the stain of dried blood still visible along her hairline. "Are you hurt?" Abigail asked with concern.

Quinn shook her head and signed with her hands, "I just fell, that's all. I don't know who the kidnapper is. He texted me that you were down here, so I came looking for you." "That's strange. What does this person want?" Abigail wondered aloud.

Quinn looked at her, a whirlwind of emotions in her eyes. Whatever Walter's plan was, if they returned now, Alexander would never forgive Abigail. Suddenly, Quinn tightened her grip on Abigail's hand and fixed her with a serious stare. After a moment, she gestured decisively, "Abigail, let's leave Amber Bay."