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

how many years she'd been confined. Her

continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

the bathroom door opened, and

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

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

as well. No matter what

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once,

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of rage

traumatic stress disorder, refused

had a history of having her fingers cut off when trying to

were at a

now. One, the engineering team figure out the

her mind, being here means she has to live by the

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

master behind

Both options were daunting.

to hold Cynthia captive for

do was to make the basement

using mirrors, they could redirect snatural light

Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

hoarse. "What do

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

of

facility. Those with gifts on

sdetails

facility."

of lan's memories, or Eric

they could pinpoint the location of the research

his eyes

send someone to

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

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