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

her hand. No one knew how many years she'd been confined. Her

continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the notes

silence, the bathroom door opened, and

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

"Have we tried Braille? Just a few

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

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers

"What do you mean?"

fingers once,

feeling a surge of rage in her

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress

a history of having her fingers

were at

two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the design of this room, and

means she has to live

the device that can communicate with her, but chances are it's with

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

to hold

was to make the basement

they could redirect

looked at Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we do

was unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and

pang of sorrow,

facility. Those

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facility."

a decade of lan's memories,

memory, they could pinpoint the location of the

eyes again,

I'll send someone

to bear the sight any longer, Maja left the basement and

back to where they had spent the last night. But the building was