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 skin

team continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed

minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened,

no one touched her, she could pretend they

"Have we tried Braille? Just a few simple words, she might

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

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

fingers once, then

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of rage in her

her traumatic stress disorder, refused all human

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

were at

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

she has to live by the rules she's

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

master behind

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive for so

could do was to make the

they could redirect snatural

Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

his voice hoarse. "What do we

mother imprisoned,

a pang of sorrow,

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facility."

was Patric, with a decade of lan's

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location

his eyes

someone to

to bear the sight any longer, Maja left

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