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 she'd

inspection, and

a few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened,

touched her, she could pretend they

few simple words, she might

attempted that as well. No matter what we present her

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately

feeling a surge of rage in

traumatic stress disorder, refused

her fingers

at a

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

mind, being here means she has to live by the rules she's learned. Away from

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

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

to hold Cynthia captive

all Maja could do was to make the basement a bit more

could redirect snatural light

at Beck, who was quietly wiping

"Beck?"

turned quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we

bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family had many waiting

felt a pang of sorrow,

we need to dig into that research facility. Those with

Eric's memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

facility."

was Patric, with a decade of lan's memories, or Eric himself, they were

sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location of

eyes

send someone to

sight any longer, Maja left the basement

remains and hurried back to where they had spent the last