Love Unspoken

Meanwhile, Kyle hit up Alexander to give him the lowdown on some stuff.

Freya was about to get sprung from the slammer.

"So soon?" Alexander was kinda taken aback. He glanced out the window, thinking about Freya.

"Yeah, man, it's been three years," Kyle sighed. A ton of stuff had gone down since Freya got locked up.

Alexander had been busting his butt for years, going toe-to-toe with Landon, but in the end, the Kennedy Group ended up in Getty's hands. Ulysses probably never saw that coming, and Wayne? Even less so.

Kyle kept going, "Oh, and one more thing. Abigail swapped out a SIM card. It's the one Mrs. Kennedy used to use."

"SIM card?" Alexander asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep," Kyle confirmed.

Alexander squinted and said, "Got it. Don't sweat it."

"Okay," Kyle replied.

Alexander hung up and called Sean to bring the car around.

Sean was always hanging around the hospital, so he got there in a few minutes.

Alexander, still in his hospital gown, strolled out and told Sean to pop the trunk.

The trunk was jam-packed. Originally, there were two cars, but now everything was crammed into one, stuffed to the gills.

He started pulling out the junk, tossing it on the ground, and finally found a silver suitcase at the bottom.

Alexander squatted down, opened the suitcase, and found a silver box inside.

He opened the box, and it was full of stuff-photos of him and Quinn, a white wristband, and a cell phone.

He picked up the phone, his eyes lingering on the photos. He took them out too.

These pics were taken by the beach. There used to be more, but Quinn burned them, so he had Kyle print these out.

He stared at them for a bit, then put them back and grabbed some documents at the bottom, which were Quinn's.

Sean was picking up the stuff Alexander had tossed. When he turned back, he saw Alexander looking at the documents. "Mr. Kennedy, you planning to take Mrs. Kennedy away?" Sean asked.

Alexander shot him a look, stuffed the phone and documents in his pocket, and closed the box. "Put it back," he ordered. "Got it," Sean said, quickly shoving everything back in the trunk.

Alexander stood up and handed the documents to Sean, "Send these to Quinn by courier, under Abigail's name." "Why not just give them to her directly?" Sean asked, confused.

"I said do it, so do it!" Alexander snapped.

Seeing Alexander was about to blow a fuse, Sean quickly took the documents. "Okay, I'll do it right now."

Alexander grabbed his collar, pulling him back, "Write Amber Bay as the sender's address, don't forget."

"I got it!" Sean replied.

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Alexander headed back to the hospital, flopped on the bed, and started fiddling with the phone, his face reflected on the dark screen. While he was zoning out, a call came in from an overseas number.

He frowned, hit decline, and blocked the number.

The caller didn't try again.

He tossed the phone aside and lit a cigarette.

He sat on the bed smoking, and when he finished, the smoke alarm went off, the shrill sound echoing through the room.

When he was admitted, Quinn had left her number with the hospital.

So, when he smoked in the ward, the hospital called her, and she was summoned back.