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Chapter_48
Quinn stood still for a moment, her hand hovering over the door handle. The sound of running water echoed in the quiet house, an odd sensation filling her chest. She hesitated, wondering if she should turn back. But the urgency of her situation, her need to figure out her next steps, propelled her forward.
She opened the door slowly, her eyes immediately drawn to the bathroom. There, standing by the sink, was a figure—Alexander. His back was to her, his shoulders tense as he washed his hands. The moment she stepped inside, the faint clink of his wedding ring against the porcelain sink echoed through the room.
Alexander didn’t turn around. “You’re back,” he said quietly, his voice unreadable.
Quinn felt a knot tighten in her stomach, the weight of her exhaustion and emotions pressing down on her. She had expected him to be gone, out of the house, but the reality of him standing here, so close yet so distant, was almost more than she could bear.
“I needed my phone,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Without looking at her, Alexander finished washing his hands and turned to dry them with a towel. The air between them was thick with unspoken words. It wasn’t the first time they had been in this house together, yet this moment felt different. He knew she had been to the clinic, knew something was wrong, but it wasn’t clear if he truly cared or if it was just an inconvenience to him.
“You’re still here,” she said softly, a hint of bitterness creeping into her tone. “I didn’t think you’d be here.”
Alexander finally met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “I had some things to take care of.”
A chill swept over Quinn as she nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. She didn’t have the energy to argue or to fight the confusion swirling in her mind. She just needed a moment to breathe, to process everything that had happened, and what was still happening inside her.
The room felt too small, the tension too great. She stepped back towards the door, her suitcase still hanging limply from her hand. She didn’t want to stay here, didn’t want to feel this way anymore. But she couldn’t leave—not yet. Not without knowing what would happen next.
“You should go,” Alexander said quietly, his voice now softer, though no less firm. “If you’re going to be here, you need to rest.”
Quinn didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she looked at him one last time, wondering if there was any part of him that cared, even a fraction. She thought about the child growing inside her, the future she was fighting for, the one Alexander didn’t seem to see.
Without saying another word, Quinn turned and walked out of the room, leaving him standing there. She knew she had to face whatever was coming—alone, if necessary. The battle she was fighting was for her and her child, and no one else could carry that burden for her.
As the door clicked shut behind her, Quinn sank into the couch in the living room, her phone still clutched in her hand. Her thoughts drifted back to the doctor’s words, to the uncertainty of her pregnancy, and to the hard decisions that lay ahead. She didn’t know how she would manage, or if she could make it through, but one thing was clear: she would do whatever it took.
