Departing from the study, Quinn trailed behind Kyle Astor, descending the staircase to partake in their evening meal.
She found herself perched at the table, her movements mechanical as she consumed her food. Her gaze was distant, lost in some far-off thought.
Observing her, Kyle Astor''s brow furrowed in consternation. The task of safeguarding an uninhabited house was indeed akin to a torturous ordeal.
After a few mouthfuls, Quinn shook her head, indicating herck of appetite. Once Kyle had cleared the remnants of their meal and retreated, the grandeur of the vi was once again enveloped in silence, leaving Quinn in solitude. She sank into the plushfort of the sofa, her fingers dancing over the TV remote as she settled on a cartoon channel.
A nagging sensation tugged at her, hinting at a forgotten detail, yet she couldn''t pinpoint what it was. She remained silent, her eyes glued to the television screen, awaiting Alexander''s customary return. Her fever persisted, her mind clouded in a haze of confusion.
Abruptly, the sound of her phone chiming broke the silence. She snatched it from the couch, her eyes scanning a message from Quinn.
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She replied: [When did you leave?]
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Secondster, Abigail responded: [I left yesterday, arrived today. Didn''t you see my social media posts? I was still in Egypt the day before.]
Quinn paused, still bewildered. [When did you leave Amber Bay? Why didn''t you tell me?]This time, it was Abigail''s turn topse into silence.
Several minutes ticked by before she responded.[Quinn, what''s going on with you?]Her question only served to further muddle Quinn''s thoughts.
She typed back, [What do you mean?]Abigail''s brows knitted together in concern, her doubts growing about the identity of the person on the other end of the line. Why would she ask when I left Amber Bay?
After a moment of silence, Abigail finally responded, [Don''t you remember what happened before?]Quinn''s fingers hovered over the screen. She closed her eyes, straining to recall recent events, but Abigail''s departure was a nk in her memory.
Quinn: [What happened?]Abigail hesitated, wary of divulging information to a potential imposter.So, she brushed it off with, [It''s nothing. It must bete where you are, you should get some rest.] From then on, Abigail didn''t respond to Quinn''s messages.
Quinn reclined on her couch, her eyes scanning her conversation with Abigail. All previous messages had vanished, leaving only their recent exchange.No matter how many times she revisited the chat, her memory remained elusive. Eventually, she surrendered, discarding her phone. Later, the front door creaked open, prompting Quinn to rise.
Outside, a light drizzle persisted, and Alexander, his shoulders speckled with raindrops, stepped inside. He was about to discard his jacket when a pair of hands extended to take it. Alexander paused, his gaze following the retreating figure. After hanging the coat, Quinn turned back, a faint smile ying on her lips as she gestured, "Have you had dinner?"Alexander studied her in silence for a moment before responding. "You haven''t eaten?"His eyes flicked to the wall clock - it was already eleven at night.
Quinn blinked, her gaze following his to the clock. Her lips pressed together in a silent apology, "Sorry, I lost track of time."Seeing her self-reproachful expression, Alexander reached out, patting her head, "It''s alright. Did you eat?"Quinn nodded."Then get some rest early." He touched her forehead, noting its warmth, "You''re still a bit hot."Without another word, he scooped Quinn into his arms and ascended the stairs. As Quinn gazed up at his tranquil face, he carried her to the bedroom, gently cing her on the bed, and handed her the medication.Quinn epted the pills and obediently swallowed her medicine.