Love Unspoken

As he reached for his coat, Alexander cast a glance in her direction. "Is there anything else?" he asked. Getty's face fell into a pout, a glimmer of hurt flashing in her eyes. "Can't you just stay?" she pleaded. "No," he responded, his tone as sharp as a blade. He paused for a moment, then added, "Not tonight."

Getty felt a surge of frustration, her teeth grinding together in silent protest. She knew his decision was final. With a resentful sigh, she released her hold on him. "Fine, just go then," she muttered.

She had stayed up with him, naively hoping that the late hour would persuade him to remain. But it was just wishful thinking. Getty was beginning to understand that men like Alexander had a peculiar talent for taking someone on an emotional roller coaster in mere seconds.

One moment, it seemed as though he genuinely cared for her. But in the next breath, he would dismiss her coldly, as if she meant nothing to him. If it weren't for Getty's positive mindset, she would have gone mad under his hot-and-cold demeanor!

And just like that, Alexander left without a backward glance. It was as if the man who had tenderly applied medicine to her wounds moments ago was nothing but an illusion.

At the community clinic, Quinn was propped up against the headboard, her lips pale. Two police officers and the security guard from the previous night stood by her side.

"That's what happened. I heard the window breaking and found her. Got her here and called you guys right away," the security guard explained.

He had been about to leave last night when he heard the sound of shattering glass. It was Quinn, sprawled on the ground, who had managed to throw a stone that hit the opposite window, prompting the guard to turn back and find her. The residents whose window she had smashed were also present, demanding compensation from Quinn.

One of the officers placed a suitcase at the foot of Quinn's bed. "Is this yours?" he asked.

Quinn looked up at the young officer and nodded. "Keep it safe. Your ID and everything else seems to be in there. I've got a handle on the circumstances. We'll catch those two people soon. And here," he handed her a business card, "is the address for the Amber Bay Disability Support Center. If you've got nowhere to turn to, give them a visit."

Quinn silently accepted the card, gesturing a quiet thank you after a moment.

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The officer then turned to the homeowner, whose window had been broken. "I checked the damage. It's just a crack. Some glass glue will do the trick. There's no need for a replacement. Given the desperate circumstances she was in, how about I cover the cost?"

The woman glanced at Quinn, a hint of contempt in her eyes, though she hid it well with her response. "Oh, that's just great, isn't it? It's always my window that has to get smashed!"

Quinn quietly cast her gaze downward, listening to the woman's words.

"Let's settle it at that," the young officer added. "I'll front the medical bills for now. If you run into more trouble or have any leads, just come directly to the station." Quinn gave a small nod of agreement.

After the officers left, the 'victim' didn't move. She stood before Quinn and demanded, "Hey, dummy, you still owe me for the window."

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The woman, who appeared to be in her forties, didn't look particularly fierce. However, her sharp tone revealed her shrewd nature.

Quinn, gritting her teeth against the pain, bent down to lift her suitcase. She opened it for the woman, gesturing for her to take whatever caught her eye. Quinn was truly broke.

The clothes in her suitcase had been bought by Alexander and were far from cheap.

The woman glanced at the garments, inspecting and picking through them carefully. She even checked the seams to find that they were well-tailored.

"You know, that glass window cost me over three thousand bucks," she said, assessing the few pieces of clothing. "For these, a thousand bucks at best, right?"

As she spoke, she started gathering the clothes from the suitcase. "Ah, consider it my good deed for the day. Just don't go smashing other people's stuff next time, okay?"