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

No one knew how many years she'd been confined. Her skin

and the doctor reviewed

of silence, the

long as no one touched her, she could pretend

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

well. No matter what

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

severed her three fingers once, then

sharply, feeling a surge of rage

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all human

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

at a

Pennyfeather, there are only two options now. One, the engineering team

she has to live by the rules

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

master behind

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold Cynthia

make the basement a bit more bearable

could redirect

was quietly

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do

imprisoned, and

a pang of sorrow, fighting

research facility. Those with gifts on Forbidden Island, they're

now, and he might remember sdetails about the

facility."

Patric, with a decade of lan's memories, or

could pinpoint the location of the research

eyes again, composed

send someone to find

bear the sight any longer, Maja left the basement and

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