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

their inspection, and the

of silence, the bathroom door opened, and

no one touched her, she could pretend they didn't

few simple words, she might be able to understand

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

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once, then immediately

sharply, feeling a surge of rage

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder,

of having her fingers cut off when

were at a

there are only two options now. One, the engineering

being here means she has to live by the rules she's

part. Two, we find the device that can

behind

Both options were daunting.

managed to hold Cynthia

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

using mirrors, they could redirect snatural

at Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

turned quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do

was unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family

of sorrow, fighting back

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

he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

facility."

Patric, with a decade of lan's memories, or Eric

of memory, they could pinpoint the location of the research

eyes again, composed

someone to find

bear the sight any longer, Maja left the basement

had