Love Unspoken

Olivia bolted to the storage room and found Alexander had turned the place upside down, still hunting for something.

"Mr. Kennedy, what are you looking for? Let me help you," Olivia offered.

Alexander didn't even glance her way, just kept digging through the mess.

After what felt like forever, he finally found it.

He yanked a box from the corner. When he brought it out, Olivia saw it was stuffed with shredded paper.

Alexander hauled the box to the living room, plopped down on the couch, and dumped out the pieces. He started piecing them together on the table. There were so many pieces, it was like trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle from hell. Even though a lot of pieces didn't fit, he stayed cool and kept at it.

With his head down, his bangs fell over his forehead. Still in his hospital gown, Alexander was so into the puzzle that Olivia thought he looked like her eight-year-old grandson playing with Legos.

Alexander glued each piece he finished, then set it aside and pressed it down with something.

Olivia wanted to help, but he waved her off.

She just stood there, watching him work. He kept at it late into the night.

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"Mr. Kennedy, there are documents that need your signature," Kyle said, handing over the papers. Without even looking, Alexander scribbled his name and tossed them aside. Then he went back to the puzzle. "Mr. Kennedy, what is this?" Kyle asked, curious.

Alexander ignored him.

Kyle scratched his head, worried this was gonna mess with Alexander's health, but he had no clue what to do.

After standing there for a bit, Kyle quietly backed out.

After working on the puzzle non-stop for a day and a night, Alexander finally finished it. It was a notebook filled with dense writing.

It had Quinn's memories from when she had amnesia, and her wishes.

He flipped to a page, which read: "I seem to have forgotten some things again and made him unhappy."

"We got divorced."

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"We got divorced."

"We got divorced."

"I must not go looking for him again."

"When he saw that I wrote about wanting to ride a hot air balloon, he got so angry. He seemed to have forgotten that he had promised me that."

"In elementary school, I lost a kite-flying contest with my classmates. He promised to make me a unique kite, bigger than a house, to beat them all." "I've waited so long, yet he still hasn't made it. He must have forgotten."

"If I forget everything, will I become his favorite sister again?"

"Definitely. He said that as long as I behaved, he would be good to me for a lifetime. Even if I forget everyone else, I'll remember him."

He flipped through the pages, and even though the writing was all over the place, each sentence seemed to scream her helplessness and bitterness.

Olivia, who had woken up from a nap nearby, opened her eyes and saw Alexander still on the couch, flipping through the notebook.

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Rubbing her eyes, Olivia got up and walked over to him, softly saying, "Mr. Kennedy, you haven't slept again?"

Without looking up, he turned to the next page and replied, "What?"

"Sleep," Olivia repeated.

"Sleep? Do I deserve to sleep?" He said, mocking himself, gently stroking the writing on the paper with his fingers. "If I had just looked through this carefully back then, maybe..." Halfway through, he laughed at himself. "It probably wouldn't have changed anything."

Walter would still jump, and she would still leave.

Olivia gathered her courage to persuade him, "Mr. Kennedy, maybe you should try to see it differently. For Mrs. Kennedy, this might be a kind of relief."

"I already agreed to let her go. What more relief does she want?" he said as he closed the notebook and hugged the urn. "She's clearly punishing me." Olivia forced a smile, not sure what to say.