Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Half an hour’s bus ride through the winding suburban streets brought Quentin to a halt outside a rundown courtyard. Maja followed him as they entered. The moment the door creaked open, she was hit with the pungent aroma of medicinal herbs, underscored by the sound of coughing from an elderly person and a child. “Quentin, you’re back!” “Look, Quentin’s home.” Soon enough, about a dozen kids swarmed out, all flocking around Quentin. Quentin nodded and calmed the kids for a moment before turning to Maja, “Come with me.” She followed him into the farthest room of the house. The room, though well-lit, was stark in its simplicity. The ceiling was leaking, with a bowl placed underneath to catch the drips. “Madam, I met someone today.” Pushing the door open, the one referred to as ‘Madam’ was a middle-aged woman who looked as if she was running on fumes. She glanced up, her hand covering a fit of coughing. “And who might this be?” “She’s well-off and curious about my tattoo.” Maja wasn’t sure how to greet this woman, so she just nodded and said, “Hello.” The woman’s eyes narrowed, sharp and assessing. Quentin continued, “Madam, let her take over your teaching duties.” Maja furrowed her brow, still in the dark about what was unfolding. The woman on the bed sat in silence, then finally shook her head. “That’s too risky. It could cost her life at any moment.” “Isn’t investigating the tattoo a life-threatening endeavor as well?” The woman on the bed stiffened, then gave a pale, wry smile. “That’s true.” Maja stood to the side, wisely remaining silent, not pressing with questions. She heard the woman cough again, and when their eyes met, the woman asked, “What should I call you?” “My name is Maja Pennyfeather.” “Ms. Pennyfeather, do you understand what a jellyfish tattoo signifies?” Maja shook her head. The woman and Quentin exchanged a look. Quentin poured her a glass of water, his tone even, “The jellyfish tattoo is a mark of distinction on this island, and it’s also a dark secret.” “Why keep it a secret? And how did this kid come by it?” “Maja, if you really want to know, you’ll have to agree to our terms. Take up a position at Outer Island High School, replacing me.” “I’ve never taught before.” “I teach art, and you wouldn’t be there to teach. There’s

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