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.

inspection, and the doctor reviewed the notes

silence, the

long as no one touched her, she could pretend they didn't

tried Braille? Just a few simple words, she

begun, "we've attempted that as well. No matter what we present her with, she won't

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once, then immediately

a surge

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused

her fingers cut off

at a

there are only two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the design of this room, and we

here means she has

might return for the most part. Two, we find the device that can communicate with her, but chances are it's with

behind all

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive for

make the basement a

using mirrors, they could redirect snatural light

looked at Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

turned quickly, his voice hoarse.

unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family

felt a pang of

dig into that research facility. Those

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facility."

of lan's memories, or

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

his eyes again, composed

send someone to

the sight any longer, Maja left the basement and felt

to where they had spent