Love Unspoken

In no time at all, Abigail had escorted her companion to the bustling train station. The station was teeming with people, a sight that offered Abigail a sense of relief. The dense crowd made locating Quinn akin to finding a needle in a haystack. Thus, Abigail was less worried about Alexander finding Quinn.

"Quinn, we'll rendezvous in Hamilton. Be careful on the train and don't hesitate to call me if anything arises, alright?" Abigail instructed.

Quinn nodded in agreement, affirming, "I will. Take care on the road."

"Yeah, I better get moving," Abigail responded, her voice laced with urgency. She dared not linger, fearful that Alexander might catch up. Only once she had left the highway behind would she truly be safe.

Quinn watched as Abigail's car faded into the distance, standing still as a statue. She had no intention of leaving. Walter had orchestrated this scenario to frame Abigail, to make everyone believe that it was Abigail who had taken her.

If Quinn were to accompany Abigail, she'd be playing right into Walter's scheme. If they were caught, the consequences were too dire to contemplate. It was of utmost importance that Abigail escaped. Quinn couldn't bear the thought of her falling into Alexander's clutches.

Once Alexander found Quinn, his pursuit of Abigail would cease. However, whether she would ever reunite with Abigail was a question that Quinn couldn't answer.

She stood on the platform, silent as the world bustled around her. A cold breeze swept through the station as a light rain began to fall, casting a misty veil over the commuters. People scurried past, but Quinn remained unmoved, standing alone.

After some time, she took out her phone and purchased a ticket online. However, without identification, she couldn't pass through the gate. Quinn settled in the terminal, the continuous overhead announcements her only company. Meanwhile, Kyle and his team had arrived at the deserted house too late. He had tracked Quinn's movements to the building's first floor and reviewed the surveillance footage.

By the time he arrived, the house was empty. He was too late! Just as Kyle was about to succumb to his frustration, he received a call-Quinn had bought a ticket.

Quinn remained in the terminal for over two hours. As the night wore on, the crowd inside dwindled. The world around her changed continuously, yet she remained stationary. Suddenly, a shadow fell over her. Quinn slowly lifted her gaze to find Kyle standing before her.

"Quinn, come back with us," he said, panting slightly. He had run there, fearful she had already departed by train. If she had managed to leave Amber Bay, locating her would have been an even more daunting task.

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Quinn pursed her lips, stood up, and nodded in agreement. Seeing her agree brought Kyle a sense of relief, but he couldn't help but warn her, "Alexander is out there."

Quinn blinked, taken aback, and turned to look at Kyle, who gave her a look that screamed, 'Be careful.' Her fingers tensed instinctively. She pressed her lips together to suppress her anxiety and walked out.

Outside, in the train station's parking lot, the rain had ceased, leaving behind puddles on the ground. She navigated the damp pavement and headed towards the most conspicuous car-a Maybach.

Quinn approached the vehicle and stood silently beside it. The car window slid down slowly, revealing Alexander's chiseled, handsome face. He turned his head, his icy gaze drifting her way. In the dimly lit parking lot, his face was partially concealed in shadow, his expression unreadable.

Quinn's fingers clenched, her nails digging painfully into her palm. Kyle approached her and reminded her, "Quinn, get in the car."