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

years

their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the notes he'd

the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia slowly

touched her,

a few simple words, she might be able

the doctor begun, "we've attempted that as well. No matter what we present her

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once,

a surge of rage

traumatic stress

had a history of having her fingers cut off when

at a

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

has to

Two, we find the device that can

behind all

Both options were daunting.

to hold

was to make the basement a bit more

mirrors, they could redirect

quietly

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What do we do

in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family had

pang of

dig into that research facility. Those with

need to find Patric. He holds most of Eric's memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

facility."

with a decade of lan's memories,

could pinpoint the location of the

eyes

send someone to find

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

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