Love Unspoken

"Such nonsense! When have I ever commanded you to commit murder? You need to clarify the situation, or you can bid farewell to your payment!"

The accusation sparked a flame of indignation within him."You were the one who sent the text, instructing the hit. What else could have transpired? Do you take me for a fool, unable to comprehend the gravity of murder in contrast to abduction?"

He retorted, his voice laced with bitterness. In all honesty, he would have been in a far better position had he refrained from killing.

With twenty million in his possession, even if apprehended, there would be a potential escape route. But with a life taken, the act of spending the money was far from a comforting experience.

A shiver of dread slithered down Freya's spine at his words. Could it be that her instructions had been misinterpreted, leading to this fatal misunderstanding? She had personally sought out these individuals, making direct contact; no one else was privy to their dealings.

She could fathom no other explanation."Enough. Remain hidden and refrain from contacting me unless absolutely necessary!" With that, Freya ended the call.

Initially, she had consented to a payment of twenty million dollars, divided into two installments of ten million each, with the final payment yet to be made.

This implied that they were prepared to commit murder, provided the price was right. Now, Freya was a prisoner of her own anxiety, particularly after Walter's reminder that they couldn't risk the apprehension of their accomplices.

If that happened, their entire operation would crumble.After ending the call, Freya collected herself before exiting the car to venture into the farmer's market.

Unbeknownst to her, back at her residence, Walter had made a call of his own."Trace this number and locate the person. Find a way to disclose their location to Xavier." With that, Walter ended the call, turning his attention to the child in the stroller.

His trademark smile graced his lips as he gently caressed the baby's cheek, eliciting a giggle and a tiny hand reaching out to grasp his finger....Quinn had dedicated her entire day to writing, hunched over her desk.

Dr. Hughes had recommended that she jot down everything she could recollect, believing that revisiting these memories daily might aid in her recall.

Thus, she documented every detail since her initiation into the Kennedys as a child. Before she knew it, she had filled a third of the notebook.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She stared at the words sprawled across the pages, the magnitude of her shared history with Alexander sinking in. The notebook was nearly filled, yet she hadn't even chronicled a full year's worth of events.

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A thought dawned on her - perhaps she wasn't ill at all, given the clarity with which she could recall events from her distant past.

She remembered a pink, dog-shaped lollipop that Alexander had gifted her. It was a sunny afternoon; the boy was clad in a white shirt, a backpack slung over his shoulder, one hand tucked into his pocket. His silhouette was outlined by the sunlight, his smile radiating warmth.

She recalled the way he held her hand, his fingers long and warm, and the receding image of his back as he led the way.

Tall and authoritative, she had to crane her neck just to catch a glimpse of his hair tousled by the wind.She cherished the memory of their visit to the amusement park, where she sat atop the slide and he squatted below, arms outstretched, coaxing her to leap into his waiting embrace.

And she remembered the words of the woman standing nearby."Is this your little sister?" The woman had inquired. Hoisting her off the ground, the boy had smiled at the woman, replying, "Yes, my sister."She also remembered how the woman had scolded her son on the spot for teasing his little sister, until he burst into tears and fled the park.Cradled in his arms, she had inhaled the scent of his collar, as vivid as sunlight.

Engulfed in these memories, Quinn touched her cheek, feeling the cool dampness of her tears.