Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

What belief?

Maja couldn't guess, not after hearing those words. She was too far gone to stay calm.

She took a deep breath. "So how do we communicate with her?"

Right now, communication was the biggest hurdle. Cynthia recoiled from any human contact, going into a state of distress with just

a touch.

And she couldn't hear if they spoke.

The doctor lifted a hand to massage his temple. "We haven't figured that out yet. We'll see if the engineering team can break

through the basement's defenses. Until then, we're being monitored around the clock."

He gestured to their surroundings.

Standing up, Maja scanned the area. "Can't we just cut the power?"

The engineering team shook their heads, clearly frustrated. "We can cut power everywhere on the island, but this circuit is

isolated. The main switch is encased in a solid steel box. We've tried shooting it, explosives, nothing damages it. Plus, it's got

backup from wind, solar, you nit."

Maja's impatience grew.

Meanwhile, Cynthia leaned against the wall, her forehead slick with sweat.

Just knowing there were people around her was overwhelming, covering her in sweat.

A chain was still clamped around her ankle. As she slid off the bed to move around, the clanking of the chain dragged across the

floor, echoing in the room.

Maja sat on the bed, suddenly feeling defeated.

Especially after watching Cynthia navigate to the bathroom with such familiarity, it was clear she knew the basement like the back

many years she'd been confined.

inspection, and the doctor reviewed

few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened,

her,

tried again. "Have we tried Braille? Just a few simple words, she might be able

attempted that as well. No matter what we present her with, she won't

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once, then immediately stitched

feeling a surge of rage in

her traumatic stress disorder,

of having her fingers cut off when trying

were at a

Pennyfeather, there are only two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the design of this room,

here means she has to live by the rules she's learned. Away

the device that

master behind

Both options were daunting.

had managed to hold Cynthia captive for so

make the basement a bit

using mirrors, they could redirect

was quietly

"Beck?"

hoarse. "What do we do

imprisoned, and the Sanders family had

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting

dig into that research facility. Those with gifts on Forbidden Island, they're taken there for

memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

facility."

decade of lan's memories, or Eric himself,

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location of the

wiped his eyes again,

send someone to

left the basement

had spent the last night. But the building was