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

their inspection, and

the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia slowly

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

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

"we've attempted that as well. No

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

fingers once,

feeling a surge of rage in her

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

her fingers cut off when trying to receive

at

One, the engineering team

has to live by the rules she's

the device that can

behind

Both options were daunting.

managed to hold Cynthia captive

make the basement a bit more bearable for

could redirect snatural light

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What do we

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

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting back

facility.

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

facility."

was Patric, with a decade of lan's

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint

eyes again, composed

send someone to

longer, Maja left

back to where they had spent the last night. But