Alanna was silent. The small carving knife embedded in the door made her thoughts all scattered.
Hearing no answer, Quinn spoke again, his tone a bit impatient, "Give me your address. I'll pick you up before going to the hospital to get my grandma."
"Uh, I'm..." Alanna patted her forehead, trying to shake off her daze, and then abruptly changed her mind. "I'll head straight to the hospital. You don't need to pick me up." She instinctively didn't want Quinn to know that she lived in this chaotic neighborhood. Given Quinn's status, it was best he didn't appear here.
Quinn fell silent. "You don't want me to know where you live?" His voice carried a hint of mockery. "Sweetheart, do you think I care about that? Remember the essence of our marriage?"
Well, she shouldn't have tried to be cons
