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 she'd been

team continued their inspection, and the

silence, the bathroom

long as no one touched her, she could pretend they didn't

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

that as well. No matter what we present her with, she won't

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show signs of

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once, then immediately stitched

sharply, feeling a surge of

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

having her fingers

at

now. One, the engineering team figure out the design of this

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

return for the most part. Two, we find the device

master behind

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to

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

they could redirect snatural light

who was quietly wiping

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we

mother imprisoned, and

of sorrow, fighting back

to dig into that research facility. Those

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facility."

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

just a sliver of memory, they could

his eyes again,

send someone to

the sight any longer, Maja left the basement and felt the sun's

they had spent the last night. But the building