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

inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia

touched her, she could

we tried Braille? Just a few simple words, she might be able to understand

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

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

once, then immediately stitched them back

a surge of rage

traumatic stress disorder, refused all human

a history of having her fingers cut off when trying to receive

at a

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

mind, being here means she has to live by the rules she's learned.

Two, we find the device that can communicate

master behind

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to hold Cynthia captive for

make the basement a bit more bearable for Cynthia's

mirrors, they could redirect snatural light

who was quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

his voice hoarse. "What do we do

his mother imprisoned,

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting

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

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

facility."

was Patric, with a decade of lan's memories,

just a sliver of memory, they could

wiped his eyes again,

I'll send someone

longer, Maja left the basement and felt

Quentin's remains and hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the building