59. Trust

Quinn

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"Grandmother is missing, and I'm glad you called, Quinn. How are you? Where are you? Who took you? Are you doing well? Where are you, Quinn?" Oliver's voice sounded like he was in a hurry. It's low and deep, like he's inside the cave.

I should not have called him. I know better than that, but I'm worried. I had a bad dream last night, and it has something to do with Grandma. She's in a lot of pain and is calling my name. I saw blood everywhere, and it felt surreal. I felt the pain, and it was excruciating right into my bones. . . My Grandmother. I wonder how she is.

"I-I'm okay, Oliver. I'm doing well."

"Who took you, Quinn? Where are you?"

"That's not important, Oliver. I am okay here and living more peacefully than before. I-I just want to know if Grandmother is okay, that's why I called you."

"Damn," he silently swore in the line, and I heard him groan like he was in pain.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? How's father and everything there?" I couldn't care less about th