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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

how many years she'd been confined. Her skin was unnaturally

and

minutes of silence, the bathroom

her, she

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

attempted that as well. No matter what we present her with,

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show

"What do you mean?"

three fingers once, then

surge of rage in

her traumatic stress

history of having her fingers cut off when trying to receive

at

One, the engineering team figure out the design of

In her mind, being here means she has to live

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

behind all

Both options were daunting.

to hold Cynthia captive for

could do was to make the basement a bit

could

quietly

"Beck?"

turned quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do

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

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was Patric, with a decade of lan's

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint

wiped his eyes again,

send someone

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

where they had spent the last night. But the