Anna let out a heavy sigh, gripping Quinn''s hand tight. "Look, don''t go searching for your dad. I can hustle and make enough for us. He ditched us, and we don''t need him, got it?" Quinn just stared at her, lips pressed tight, not saying a word.


    Suddenly, Anna seemed to remember something, tossed the nket aside, and started getting out of bed. "Oh shoot, I gotta get to work. When I get paid, I''ll snag you a killer dress." Quinn didn''t try to stop her. The front door was locked anyway, so she wasn''t going anywhere.


    Anna didn''t recognize anyone anymore, but she still remembered her favorite daughter, someone etched into her very soul. Even with amnesia, she would remember Susan. Quinn stayed quiet for a bit, then got up and took the breakfast downstairs.


    Anna was fiddling with the gate in the yard, but no matter what she did, she couldn''t get it open. After a while, she just stopped, like she forgot what she was even doing. Quinn walked out and gently guided her back inside.


    Anna plopped down at the dining table, grabbed an apple, and stuffed it in her pocket, saying she wanted to save it for Susan.


    She handed another apple to Quinn, whispering for her to keep it a secret from the house owner.


    Quinn nodded, promising she wouldn''t spill the beans.


    Afterst night''s chaos, she should''ve bailed, but she didn''t.


    She didn''t know why, but she felt like something was missing.


    After helping Anna finish breakfast, she went back to the room to check on Sprout, who was still snoozing.


    She closed the door, headed downstairs, and decided to take a walk.


    Themunity was buzzing with life. Lots of folks were out and about, mostly old folks and kids.


    It was a holiday, so families were out in full force,ughing and having a good time.


    Quinn walked past those happy families, moving in the opposite direction of their joy.


    She stopped in front of a vi, staring at the house number and the name on it.


    The cool thing about these houses was that they had the owner''s name right at the entrance.


    It clearly read-Lance Lynch.


    So, this was where he lived.


    Quinn looked up. This vi was way bigger than Susan''s ce. It was still two stories, but it was like three times the size. Plus, it took up most of the area, with no other houses around. She stood there for what felt like forever, but the owner didn''t seem to be home.


    Finally, Quinn tore her gaze away, turned around, and headed back to Susan''s house.


    She nced at Anna, who was staring nkly at the sofa, then went to check on Sprout.


    She pulled out her phone, and just as she was about to open it, Kyle''s call popped up.


    Kyle had been searching for Sean forever with no luck. Now he was calling, which meant he must''ve found something.Exclusive ? content by N(?)ve/l/Drama.Org.


    Quinn swiped to answer and put the phone to her ear. "Hey."


    "Mrs. Kennedy, I found Sean. After all this time, I finally found him," Kyle said, excitement in his voice.


    "Are you sure it''s him?" Quinn asked.


    "Yeah, I''m positive. I got a good look at him. It''s definitely him. I''m at the ce he''s staying now, trying to decide if I should go in," Kyle reported.


    He had pulled every string, with Cody and Bob''s help, to finally track down Sean.


    "Don''t spook him just yet. If he wanted to see us, he would''ve reached out by now. If you scare him off, it''ll be a nightmare to find him again," Quinn reminded him. Kyle agreed, "Alright, I''ll send you the address. We can go see him together."