Quinn called you late at night once again. It was around three and she was complaining about her mother like she would do on some days. Only this week got worse where she’d call you.

You eventually drove to her apartment, taking her to the cemetery to her mother which worked. Eventually when you guys got into the car, Quinn began to rant once more.

Then, she stopped. “What’s wrong?” You asked her. “I’ve missed you.” Quinn admitted.