GoodReadQuinn was plagued by the gnawing feeling that she was the root cause of the predicament Abigail found herself
in. Abigail's voice, laced with bitterness, filled the air. "Can you believe she betrayed me, my dear Quinn? How
did things spiral to this point?"
The despair in her voice was palpable, a choking sob cutting through her words. Quinn, her throat constricting
and eyes brimming with unshed tears, clutched her phone tightly. Her mouth was agape, but no words found
their way out. After an eternity of silence, Abigail's voice regained its composure. "I've decided to turn myself in.
Would you like to seeone last time?"
She continued, her voice steady, "If you decide to come, just knock. If not, just hang up."The torment had
becunbearable for her. The agony of existence was proving to be far more torturous than the prospect of
atonement behind bars. It would mean that no more innocents would have to suffer because of her actions.
Quinn held onto the phone, her fingers frozen, neither hanging up nor tapping the screen. 'Abigail is a victim,
too. She shouldn't have to shoulder all this burden.
It seems that the kindest souls can't live easy once they step wrong.' Quinn's thoughts echoed in her
mind."Well?" Abigail's voice broke through her thoughts, a sad smile audible in her words.Quinn's fingers, stiff
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwith tension, moved slowly. Her inner turmoil was a raging storm as she gently tapped the screen. For a fleeting
moment, Abigail's laughter filled the air, as bright and carefree as it had once been.
Quinn ended the call abruptly, rose from her seat, and sprinted towards the villa's exit.By the tJuliet
emerged with the tea, Quinn was nowhere in sight.
Quinn hailed a cab and headed straight to the police station, her heart pounding with the fear of being too late
to see Abigail one last time.As she arrived across from the precinct, her eyes immediately landed on the familiar
motorcycle with Abigail astride it.
She was casually dressed, a lit cigarette in her hand.Quinn paid the driver and rushed towards Abigail, her steps
hurried. Breathless, she approached Abigail, who casually flicked the remains of her cigarette aside.
A grin spread across Abigail's face as she spotted Quinn, a warmth radiating from her that seemed to contradict
the despair Quinn had heard in her voice."So, did you get all dolled up just to see me?" Abigail teased.Quinn
glanced down at her outfit, a white sweater paired with white slacks-her typical everyday attire."Just kidding,"
Abigail said, her fingers playfully pinching Quinn's cheek.
Her gaze then drifted to Quinn's midsection. Reaching out, Abigail gently touched her belly. "How's the little
one?"Quinn merely stared back, words lodged in her throat.Abigail didn't hold it against her. Instead, they fell
into a comfortable rhythm of small talk about inconsequential matters, which somehow made Quinn feel worse
than if she had been scolded.Catching Abigail's hopeful gaze, Quinn managed a weak smile and a slight nod.
‘Yeah, the little guy was a quiet one. Didn't make a sound, not even during the procedure."
Quinn thought. Abigail gently wiped a
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