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 confined. Her skin was unnaturally

engineering team continued their inspection, and

of silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia slowly

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

few simple words,

attempted that as well. No matter what we present her

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched them

sharply, feeling a surge of rage in

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

her fingers cut off when

at

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

has to live by

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

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold Cynthia captive

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

could redirect snatural light

at Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

hoarse. "What do we do

in bed, his mother imprisoned,

a pang of

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

now, and he might remember sdetails about

facility."

it was Patric, with a decade of lan's

memory, they could pinpoint the location of

his eyes again,

I'll send someone to

any longer, Maja left

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