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

years she'd

their inspection, and the doctor

few minutes of silence, the bathroom

as no one touched her, she could pretend

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

that as well. No matter

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers

"What do you mean?"

fingers once,

surge of rage

traumatic stress disorder, refused

of having her fingers

were at

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

mind, being here means she has to live by the rules she's learned.

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

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

to hold Cynthia captive for

make the basement a bit more bearable for Cynthia's

they could redirect snatural light

who was quietly

"Beck?"

his voice hoarse. "What do we

father was unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family had many waiting to

pang of sorrow, fighting back

we need to dig into that research facility. Those with

we need to find Patric. He holds most of Eric's memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

facility."

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

could pinpoint

wiped his eyes again,

someone to find

Maja left the basement and felt the sun's warmth

had spent the