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

hand. No one knew how many years she'd been confined. Her skin

continued their inspection, and the

few minutes of silence, the

one touched her, she

few

well. No matter

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers

"What do you mean?"

once,

surge of

traumatic stress

having her fingers cut off when trying to receive

at

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

this environment. In her mind, being here means she has to live by the rules she's learned. Away from here,

the device that can communicate with her, but chances are

behind all

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to hold

all Maja could do was to make the basement a bit more

using mirrors, they could

Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in

"Beck?"

turned quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do

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of lan's memories, or

of memory, they could pinpoint the location

eyes

I'll send someone to

left the basement and felt the

where they had spent the last night. But the building was