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

knew how many years

continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed

a few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and

one touched her,

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

well. No matter what we present her with, she

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers

"What do you mean?"

fingers once, then immediately stitched them back

a surge of rage

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress

history of having her fingers cut

were at a

engineering team figure out the design of this room, and

from this environment. In her mind, being here means she has to live

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

behind

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to

now, all Maja could do was to make the basement a bit more bearable for Cynthia's

using mirrors, they could redirect snatural light

who was quietly

"Beck?"

his voice hoarse. "What do

father was unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the

felt a pang of sorrow,

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

of Eric's memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

facility."

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

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

wiped his eyes again, composed

someone to

Maja left the basement

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