Love Unspoken

Alexander backtracked. Sean had already fixed the car and was chilling by the roadside, waiting for him. Buddy and Liberty had also come back earlier.

Seeing Alexander hop off the motorcycle, Sean thought, 'What the heck? He went out for a bit, the car's gone, and now he's back on a motorcycle. What did he do in those few hours?' "Mr. Kennedy, where's the car?" Sean asked.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"In town," Alexander replied briefly.

"What about my stuff?" Sean pressed.

Alexander grabbed his phone and some important items from the bike, stuffed them in his pocket, and looked at Sean. "You go get it yourself."

With that, he revved up the motorcycle and took off, leaving Sean in the dust.

The bike roared down the road. The horizon stretched out forever, like the road had no end.

It was unclear how long he rode before the sky started to darken.

Alexander finally pulled up at a crossroads.

The place was huge, and if he took the wrong turn, who knew where he'd end up or how far he'd go.

Luckily, there was a supply station nearby, so he decided to crash there for the night.

Back at home, Quinn sat on her bed, staring at the darkening sky outside, thinking about the car she saw earlier.

The license plate was from Amber Bay.

At first, she didn't think much of it. But now, in the quiet, the license plate number and those two dogs kept popping into her head, making her uneasy.

She pulled out her phone, checked Abigail's Facebook, hesitated, and then shot her a message.

Quinn: [Are you in Amber Bay?]

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Ten minutes later, Abigail replied, confused: [Who are you?]

Quinn's face was a mix of emotions. As she debated whether to spill the beans, a white light flashed outside her window.

She turned to look and saw Walter driving out.

Thinking fast, Quinn got out of bed, hurried to the window, opened it, and confirmed it was Walter's car.

'Why's he going out so late?' Quinn wondered.

Even though Walter had been living with her for over two years and always seemed chill about fame and fortune, Quinn knew there were plenty of other people besides Colin who visited him. She'd seen a bunch of different folks come to see Walter.

But whatever he was up to, he shouldn't be heading out so late.

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After a bit, Quinn quickly grabbed her coat, left her bedroom, and took her horse, following the path from the door.

Driving would be too obvious, and the roads were slick at night. She couldn't handle a car, and a horse was way more convenient.

Walter's car was slow, and Quinn took a shortcut across the grass, catching up with him in no time.

From a distance, Quinn saw his car stop at a crossroads and then turn off the engine.

Because of the distance, after the car lights went out, she couldn't see what Walter was up to.

There was lodging at the supply station, and Alexander crashed at one of the hotels.

He sat by the window, thinking about the Quinn he saw earlier, unable to sleep.

The room lights were off, leaving only the desk lamp on, casting a dim light just enough to light up his corner.

He looked out the window. In the darkness, it seemed that a few figures slipped into the hotel.