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 the

few minutes of silence, the bathroom door

long as no one touched her,

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

as well. No matter what we present her

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

three fingers once, then immediately stitched them back

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge

with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

having her fingers cut off when

were at a

two options now. One, the engineering team

she has

the device that can communicate

behind

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to

do was to make the basement

could redirect snatural light

at Beck, who was quietly wiping

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we do

bed, his mother imprisoned,

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting back

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of lan's memories, or Eric

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location of the research

wiped his eyes again,

someone

longer, Maja left the basement and felt the sun's

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