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

her hand. No one knew how many years she'd

inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia

long as no one touched her, she could pretend they

few simple words, she might be able to understand

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

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once, then immediately

surge of rage in her

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

a history of having her fingers cut off

at a

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

In her mind, being here means she has to live by the

find the device that can communicate with her, but chances are it's with

behind

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to

all Maja could do was to make the basement a

mirrors, they could

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What do

unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the

a pang of

into that research facility. Those

of Eric's memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

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with a decade of lan's memories, or Eric

they could pinpoint the location of the

wiped his eyes again, composed

send someone to

left the basement and

remains and hurried back to where they had spent the last