NovelAmazoneChapter 1381 The air got all still, even Sprout in her arms went quiet, eyes glued to the car.
A driver hopped out and walked up to Quinn, sounding kinda ticked off. "Miss, you looking for trouble?" It sounded polite, but it felt like a slap in the face. His words and tone were totally off.
Quinn just stared, like she didn't hear him, her eyes drifting past the driver and into the car. The blinding headlights made it tough to see, and she couldn't make out who was inside. "I'm here to find someone," she said, eyes locked on the car's windshield.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe couldn't see squat, but she had this gut feeling Alexander was in there.
"Who you looking for?" the driver asked.
Quinn ignored him and started walking towards the car. The driver quickly stepped in her way. "Please leave now!" She stared at the closed car window, her eyes flickering.
Her grip tightened around Sprout. "I just need an answer. Tell me, and I'll leave right away and never cback." The driver looked puzzled, wondering if she was talking to him.
But her eyes were glued to the car window. Could the person inside hear her? As they stood there, the car door slowly opened, and a tall figure stepped out.
He was rocking a black turtleneck sweater, a fitted gray coat over it, and walked towards her. His familiar face had a weird look.
"Lance..." The driver started to speak, but the man raised his hand to shut him up. "Drive the car inside first." The driver hesitated, looking at them, but eventually got back in the car. Quinn stepped aside to let the driver leave.
With the blinding headlights gone, only the dim streetlights remained, and a fine rain, like dust, drifted under the lights.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey stood half a step apart, but it felt like miles.
Quinn had a million questions, but now that they were face to face, she didn't know where to start.
As they stayed silent, Sprout made a noise in her arms, grabbing her hair and tilting his head to look at the man in front of them. "What's this kid's name?" he suddenly asked.
Quinn snapped back to reality, looked down at Sprout, and said, "He doesn't have a nyet."
She looked back at the man. "His dad's missing. At first, I thought he was dead, and I was super sad. Then I thought he wasn't dead, and I got even sadder." "Really? Why?" the man asked.
"He once toldhe wanted to start over with me. After I found out I was pregnant, I thought about it every day. If he cback, I would start over with him. But he didn'tcm. But he back, During the ten months of my pregnancy, he didn't cback. When I was giving birth, he didn't show up. When I was in so much pain I thought I would die, I kept thinking, if I ever saw him again, I would ask him why he never kept his word," Quinn said, staring at him hard, trying to read something from his face or hear him say something. But all she got was a long silence.
He stared back at her, his eyes downcast and cold, as cold, as cold as the wind blowing between them, chilling to the bone. After a long while, he finally spoke, "Maybe your initial feeling was right. He might really be dead." His words hit her like a cold wind, piercing Quinn to her core.
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