Love Unspoken
Chapter 1144

Quinn, Orion, and Abigail hit up a dinner spot and then headed back to the hotel. But it was only seven, and they were wide awake. Orion whipped out a deck of cards and dragged them to the balcony for a game. Quinn couldn't help but ask, "Orion, how long are we gonna play?"

"Who knows? When I get home, I gotta listen to my folks bicker non-stop. It's a total drag," Orion said, shuffling the cards like a pro.

Before, when Quinn was in trouble, his parents had stopped fighting and teamed up to blame him. Now that Quinn was okay, they were back to their old ways.

Orion had told them to get a divorce more than once, but they wouldn't budge. It drove him nuts.

"Is it 'cause they love each other too much?" Quinn asked.

Orion rolled his eyes. "You call that love?"

"Then what is it? They've been at it for years and haven't split. If it's not love, what is it?" Quinn pressed.

Orion didn't bother to argue. He couldn't see any love. When his parents fought, it was always a full-blown war.

Quinn sucked at cards. Abigail and Orion loved sticking notes on her face, and after an hour, she was covered in them.

Fed up, she tossed the cards on the table and started peeling the notes off her face, but Abigail stopped her.

"Hold up, let me get a pic," Abigail said, laughing. She grabbed her camera and snapped a bunch of shots of Quinn. Then she squeezed in for some selfies. Orion joined the fun, and they ended up with a whole photo session.

Abigail grinned, edited the pics, and posted them on her feed.

She had the fewest notes on her face, making it clear who sucked at cards.

"Alright, bedtime," Abigail said with a smile. "I'm crashing with you."

She raised her eyebrows at Orion as she said it.

Orion rolled his eyes, not sure what she was trying to prove.

Abigail dragged Quinn to the next room. While she showered, Quinn sat on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.

She didn't have many contacts, so her feed was clean, just the pics Abigail posted and some of Orion's landscape shots. Walter didn't even have a Facebook account.

Alexander used to have one, even though he rarely posted. At least he had one and changed his profile pic now and then. Thinking about his profile pic, Quinn pulled out her new phone and logged into her old Facebook account to check his profile. Same old photo.

Realizing what she was doing, she quickly logged out and put her phone down.

Two seconds later, she picked it up again, found Alexander's profile, opened his info, and deleted him.

After that, she put her phone down for good.

Alexander leaned against the car window, fiddling with his phone. For the fifteenth time today, he opened his chat with Quinn, but when his fingers hovered over the keyboard, he backed out again. He pinched the bridge of his nose, grabbed a cigarette from the console, and lit it.

Seeing the red dot on his feed, he clicked it out of habit, intending to clear the notification, but saw Abigail's profile pic.

He clicked in and saw the series of photos she just posted.

They were all smiles, especially when he saw Orion's face almost touching Quinn's. He nearly crushed his phone.

He tossed the cigarette out the window and opened Quinn's chat again. He typed a sentence, then deleted it, over and over. Finally, he sent: [I'm leaving.]

But all he got back was a bright red exclamation mark.