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

one knew how many years

engineering team continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the notes he'd

few minutes of silence, the bathroom door

her, she could

few simple words, she might be able

attempted that as well.

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers

"What do you mean?"

once, then immediately stitched

a surge of rage

her traumatic stress disorder,

of having her fingers cut off when trying

were at a

there are only two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the design

she has to live by

part. Two, we find the device

master behind

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to hold

could do was to make the basement a bit

mirrors, they could redirect snatural

at Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do

unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the

felt a pang of sorrow,

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

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

facility."

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

could pinpoint the

wiped his eyes again, composed

someone to find

sight any longer, Maja left the basement

had spent the last night. But the building was now