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

one knew how many years she'd

and the doctor reviewed the notes

minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and

one touched her, she

few simple

well. No matter

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show signs of

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched

a surge of rage

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all human

having her fingers cut off when

at

options now. One, the engineering team figure out the

from this environment. In her mind, being here means she has to live

the most part. Two, we find the device that can communicate with her, but chances are it's

behind

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to

could do was to make the basement a bit more bearable for Cynthia's

using mirrors, they could

looked at Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What do we

his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders

felt a pang of

wakes, we need to dig into that research facility. Those

sdetails

facility."

was Patric, with a decade of lan's

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location

wiped his eyes again, composed

someone to find

bear the sight any longer, Maja left the basement and felt the sun's

had spent the last