Throughout the day, Galen had sought Alexander on several asions, yet their paths never crossed.
As the day drew to a close, Quinn diligently tidied her workspace. Her fingers brushed against the cold, hard cash in her pocket, a meager sum of thirteen dors. It was the same amount Orion had generously lent her the previous day, his own pockets equally light.
Rather than indulging in the luxury of a taxi, Quinn opted for a more frugal route. She navigated a shortcut to the bus station, each step echoing her resolve to save money.
Upon reaching her destination, she boarded a bus bound for the hospital, her IV treatment beckoning. The treatment concluded around nine, and she was fortunate enough to catch thest bus home.
Her journey led her back to Thunderbird Canyon. From the bus stop, her home nestled in the residential area of the canyon was a twenty-minute walk away.
Halfway through her trek, the sky began to weep a gentle rain. She unfurled her umbre, shielding herself from the droplets as she continued her walk back to the vi. The lights of the familiar house twinkled in the distance, a beacon in the night.
However, the main gate was locked, barring her entry.
Quinn found herself rooted at the entrance, her gaze locked onto the house. Courage seemed to elude her, leaving her questioning the nature of her rtionship with Alexander.
Were they still a couple on the brink of divorce? Or were they more like siblings? Thetter thought wasughable at best. She should have been summoned to sign the divorce papers, yet he had chosen to block her instead. Thus, she found herself standing before the vi, feeling like a stranger in a familiarnd.
Lost in her deliberations, Quinn was jolted from her thoughts as the door to the vi creaked open. Startled, she quickly folded her umbre and sought refuge behind a stone pir near the entrance. The light rain had turned into a chilling drizzle, soaking her clothes and seeping into her bones.
Huddled against the pir, she cautiously peered around it. Two figures emerged from the house: Alexander and Getty.
Alexander unfurled an umbre, offering it to Getty who epted it and lingered in the yard. He then retreated to the garage, soon reappearing in a sleek Mercedes. Getty folded the umbre and slid into the car, and with that, Alexander drove off.
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The scene unfolded before Quinn''s eyes, leaving her in a daze. She stood alone in the rain, the car''s passing leaving her drenched and sttered with mud. Her new clothes bore the brunt of the assault, now stained and sullied. Mud smeared her face, only to be washed away by the relentless rain.
In mere minutes, she was transformed into a sodden figure, her hair stered to her face and dripping water.
She lingered awkwardly at the entrance, her destination suddenly uncertain.
Inside the car, Getty''s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Quinn''s silhouette. "Did you see that?" she asked.
She had noticed it, and it was possible that Alexander might have seen Quinn''s figure in the rearview mirror as well.
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Alexander remained silent, his focus solely on the road ahead.
Undeterred, Getty pressed on, "What''s wrong? You guys aren''t getting a divorce, are you?"
Alexander''s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his nce at Getty conveying his irritation.
Getty pouted, her curiosity unabated, "If you''re not getting divorced, then why didn''t you let her in?"
"Which eye of yours saw me not letting her in?" Alexander retorted.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.
Getty''s temper red, "What''s with the attitude? I was just asking, what do you care if you let her in or not?"