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 been confined. Her skin was unnaturally

and the doctor

of silence, the bathroom

one touched her, she

Braille? Just a few simple words, she might be able to understand

begun, "we've attempted that as well. No matter what we present her with,

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched them

surge of rage in

her traumatic stress disorder, refused all human

had a history of having her fingers cut off

at

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

here means she has to live by

the device that can communicate with her, but

behind all

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive for

Maja could do was to make the basement a bit

they could redirect

Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

hoarse. "What do

his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family

a pang of

to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts

sdetails about

facility."

with a decade of lan's memories, or Eric himself,

memory, they could pinpoint the location of

wiped his eyes again, composed

someone to find

the sight any longer, Maja left the

Quentin's remains and hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the