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

engineering team continued their inspection, and the doctor

minutes of silence, the

long as no one touched her,

a few simple words, she might be able

that as well. No matter what we present her

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers

"What do you mean?"

once, then immediately stitched

sharply, feeling a surge

traumatic stress

had a history of having her fingers cut off when

were at a

only two options now. One, the engineering

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

find the device that can communicate with her, but chances are

master behind

Both options were daunting.

to hold Cynthia

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

could redirect snatural

who was quietly wiping his eyes in

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we

was unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family

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

could pinpoint the location of

wiped his eyes again,

I'll send someone to

sight any longer, Maja left the basement and felt

to where they had spent the last night.