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

knew how many years she'd been confined. Her skin

team continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed

minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia

her, she could

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

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

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once, then immediately stitched them

sharply, feeling a surge of rage in

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder,

having her fingers cut off

were at a

options now. One, the engineering team figure

has to live by the rules

we find the device that can communicate

behind

Both options were daunting.

had managed to hold Cynthia captive

could do was to make the basement

could redirect snatural light

looked at Beck, who was quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What do we

bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting back her

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facility."

decade of lan's memories,

could pinpoint the

eyes again,

send someone to find

to bear the sight any longer, Maja left the basement and felt the

hurried back to where they had spent the last night.