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

engineering team continued their inspection, and the

silence, the bathroom

no one touched her, she

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

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

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once, then immediately stitched

a surge of

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

also had a history of having her fingers cut

were at

the engineering team figure out the design of this room, and

means she has to live by

we find the device that

master behind

Both options were daunting.

managed to

could do was to make the basement a bit more bearable for

could redirect snatural light

at Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

turned quickly, his voice hoarse.

unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned,

felt a pang of

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facility."

decade of lan's memories,

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint

wiped his eyes

I'll send someone to find

left the basement and felt the sun's

remains and hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the building was now rubble,