Love Unspoken

Quinn sighed, "I'm not lying, Abigail. It's really me, Quinn. How do you want me to prove it?"

Abigail squinted at the screen, studying Quinn's face. "Alright, show me around."

Quinn flipped the camera to show her surroundings.

"It's all green. Is this some kind of green screen?" Abigail asked, skeptical.

Quinn turned the camera back to herself, looking exasperated. "Okay, what else do you want me to do?"

Abigail thought for a second. "Wave your hand in front of your face."

Quinn did as she was told, and the video stayed the same.

Then Quinn pointed the camera at a horse next to her. "Look, Abigail, this is a horse. No AI face swap here. I'll ride it to prove it."

She awkwardly mounted the horse, holding the phone in one hand. "I'll ride to town and show you."

Abigail's eyes widened, and as Quinn kept proving herself, Abigail got more and more excited.

When Quinn reached the town, she grabbed a random passerby to say hi to Abigail.

Everything looked so real that it pretty much ruled out any AI trickery.

Abigail fired off a few more questions, and Quinn answered them all smoothly. Suddenly, Abigail jumped up from her chair. "Quinn, is it really you? Are you really alive?" she asked, shocked.

Quinn, still on the horse, started heading out of town. "It's me."

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner?" Abigail demanded.

Quinn's face got serious. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you, and I was scared you'd get dragged into this."

Abigail glared at her. "What happened? I thought you were dead! I was devastated. Tell me where you are so I can come and give you a piece of my mind!"

"Abigail, I'm really far away. Please don't come looking for me yet. I need a favor," Quinn finally said.

"What is it?" Abigail asked.

Quinn hesitated. "Can you help me get a replacement for my old phone number and send it to me?"

Abigail agreed right away. "Sure, but that number hasn't been used in almost two years. It might be deactivated."

"Check it out first. I remember the balance was good," Quinn said.

As long as there were no outstanding charges, it shouldn't be deactivated even if it hadn't been used.

"Alright, I'll look into it. But when I get back, you have to tell me everything," Abigail insisted.

Quinn nodded. "Okay, thank you, Abigail."

Abigail chuckled. "In critical times, you still need me, huh?"

Even though Abigail pretended to be annoyed, the smile in her eyes was clear. Quinn could've asked Alexander for this favor, which would've been easier, but she chose Abigail, showing she valued their friendship the most. Thinking about this, Abigail couldn't help but feel happy.

Quinn smiled back. "Yeah, you're the only one I could think of."

Abigail had a million questions now, like why Quinn needed her old phone number, what had happened, who she was with, and what she'd been doing for the past two years.

But the most urgent thing was getting that replacement SIM card.

"Alright, I'll ask around for you. Don't worry. Even if it's deactivated, I'll get you the card," Abigail promised.

"Okay."

Quinn hung up and took a deep breath, feeling the prairie air fresher than ever.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

She figured it would take about a week for Abigail to get the card and send it to her, and about half a month to get her documents replaced. In about a month, she'd have her identity back.

If she had any doubts before, now, after what Walter had said, she had only one thought - run.

She wanted to get as far away as possible. Staying here would be just like being with Alexander before, still trapped.