Who: Quinn and Cleo Where: Library/Old Trinidad/Their home What: Cleo is back When: 31st, night Rating: TBD Open: No Status: In progress
She was back.
That was all Quinn could focus on.
The last two weeks had been hard and most of his energy had been used to look after Evie. His powers had gone out after the first two days. His emotions and lack of concentration had made sure of that. At least Evie kept him from completely losing it but he knew while he made sure their daughter was feed, clean and happy - as best as he could manage without her mum being around - he was lax with himself. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten.
When his phone had vibrated across the table to announce the text, he'd ignored it to begin with. It was probably TJ checking up on him and he wasn't in the mood. He just wanted to be left alone. Something made him look. His breath had caught in his throat at seeing his wife's name. The conversation had been confusing in places but Cleo was back and she needed him so that's where he would go.
He left Evie sleeping upstairs and made his way down the numerous stairs to the library building's main floor and towards the Old Trinidad. His mind whirred. His stomach churned. What had she meant? What had she been through? Guilt at not being there for her rose and by the time he reached where she said she would be, he was knackered and sick.