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

many years she'd been confined. Her skin

team continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed

few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia slowly

one touched her, she could pretend

again. "Have we tried Braille? Just a few

well. No matter what we present her with, she won't

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show signs of

"What do you mean?"

once, then immediately

a surge

traumatic stress disorder, refused

also had a history of having her

were at a

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

she has to live by the rules she's learned. Away from

might return for the most part. Two, we find the device that can communicate with her, but

behind all

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive

make the basement a bit more bearable for

using mirrors, they could

was quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we

unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders

pang of

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facility."

decade of lan's memories, or Eric himself, they

a sliver of memory, they could

his eyes again, composed

send someone

to bear the sight any longer, Maja left the

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