Love Unspoken

Chapter 75

Quinn seized Abigail's hand, her head shaking in silent plea for her friend not to surrender herself. Abigail,

however, understood the unspoken message. She chuckled, a hollow sound devoid of any real mirth. "You know |

broke out to get here. If | miss this chance, it'll be much harder to return."

Quinn clung to her, her grip firm and unyielding. Abigail opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, as

though the right words had escaped her. The rain had stopped, and behind the veil of clouds, the sun engaged in

a coy gof hide and seek.After what seemed like an eternity, Abigail's smile faded.

She turned to Quinn, her gaze intense. "If it wasn't for the fact that someone died, I'd almost be grateful to

Alexander. He showedthe true colors of people.""But..." A smile tugged at her lips once more. "You haven't

givenany reason to regret. So, everything | did was worth it."Despite the stark disparity in their physical

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strength, Quinn held on.

Abigail could have easily shrugged her off with the slightest effort, but she didn't."Letgo," Abigail murmured

softly. Quinn responded with a vehement shake of her head.Abigail couldn't help but laugh.

Just then, a car zoomed past. A can was hurled from the window, striking Abigail on the forehead. It wasn't

painful, but the sound it made was loud, and the act, filled with malice and humiliation, hung heavily in the air

around them. Quinn watched the car, a taxi, disappear into the distance.It took Abigail a considerable amount of

tto turn around. When she finally did, she nonchalantly said to Quinn, "You see, this is the mess I'm in. I'm

like a rat crossing the street. Everyone's out to get me."

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Quinn released her, her hands gesturing in protest. "None of this is your fault.""I've tried to tell myself that. But

you probably can't comprehend the feeling. It's nothing like the butcher's work with fish and poultry," she

retorted. 'This guilt and panic, it's the kind that haunts a person for life.

After all, dead men tell no tales. My family was worn to the bone with worry for my sake, so | could only imagine

the grief of the victim's loved ones," Abigail thought.

Quinn looked at Abigail, her own thoughts echoing, 'She can't understand my current helplessness either, that

frantic desperation of being unable to help my friend. Then Abigail advised, "Get away from Alexander soon. He's

no good. Sometimes, guys just play dumb, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Playing dumb clears

up ninety percent of the trouble."

She dispensed these instructions like they were her last words, making Quinn even more reluctant to let her go.

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Suddenly, a few more taxis screeched to a halt before them.

A group of men and women emerged and quickly surrounded them."We've finally found you, you murderer! You

think two million bucks clears the slate for my sister's life?"

The man was in his thirties, dressed in ostentatious clothing, his hair streaked red in a way that screamed

trouble.

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