Alexander leaned in, "Look, I ain''t scared of kicking the bucket, but if I gotta go, I need your forgiveness first."


    Quinn''s throat felt like sandpaper. She just stared at Alexander, words stuck somewhere deep inside.


    Finally, she croaked out, "What if I never forgive you?"


    Alexander shrugged, "Then I guess I keep living. Dying''s easy. I bet if I croaked right here, you''d forgive me on the spot. But that''s not what I''m after."


    Quinn yanked her hand away, "You never tell the truth, do you?"


    "Why don''t you trust me?" Alexander''s voice cracked a bit.


    "You said you lost your phone and wallet. So how''d you get your adoption papers? Where''s your passport from? And what about those two hundred million in charity funds?" Quinn shot back. Alexander was ready to argue, but Quinn''s fierce look shut him up.


    "Quinn, what do I gotta do?" Alexander asked, sounding beat.


    "I''ve told you a million times. I don''t wanna see you. Stop popping up and stop with the fantasies. The best thing you can do is stay away," Quinn said, ice-cold.


    Alexander gripped her hand tight, hurt shing in his eyes. "Is that all I can do?" he asked.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    "What else do you want? You''ve lied so many times. What other tricks you got? You say you don''t wanna use death for forgiveness, but is tricking me any better?" Quinn snapped. "You already haven''t forgiven me," Alexander pointed out.


    The air was thick, but his words cut through, making Quinn wanna p him.


    She exhaled, trying to yank her hand free, yelling, "Alexander, just go die!"


    When she couldn''t break free, she bit his wrist hard.


    Whether it was the pain or just surprise, he let go.


    He looked at the deep bite marks and said, "Your bite''s still strong, and the shape''s just like before. Impressive."


    Quinn felt like she''d explode if she stayed another second. She turned and stormed off.


    Alexander didn''t follow. He just stood there, staring at her back, rubbing the bite marks.


    Quinn walked out of the hospital, taking deep breaths to calm down.


    Just as she was about to head back, her phone buzzed. The delivery station had a package for her.


    Quinn figured it was the SIM card Abigail sent. She rushed over.


    To her surprise, there were two packages. She tore them open and found a SIM card and her passport.


    She was thrilled, the passport making her forget the earlier drama.


    Quinn called Abigail.


    The call connected, and Abigail''s excited voice came through, "Quinn, did you get it? Can you use it?"


    "I got it, but why''s my passport in there too?" Quinn asked.


    "Passport?" Abigail sounded confused. "I only sent the SIM card."


    Quinn''s gut twisted with suspicion. But then Abigail said, "Maybe my brother sent it?"


    "Oliver?" Quinn asked.


    "Yeah, I asked him to help with the SIM card. Told him you couldn''t rece your passport without it, so maybe he sorted that out too?" Abigail guessed. Quinn was puzzled. Oliver didn''t seem like the type to meddle.


    "Hold on. I''ll ask him." Abigail hung up to check with Oliver. Quinn stared at the passport, her feelings all jumbled up. Freedom was right there, but she had no clue where to go. The world was huge, but she had no ce to call home.