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

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

inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

a few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia

touched her, she could

"Have we tried Braille? Just a few simple

as well. No matter what

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers

"What do you mean?"

three fingers once,

a surge of rage

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all human

history of having her fingers cut

at

there are only two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the design of

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

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

behind

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to hold Cynthia

could do was to make the basement a bit more

mirrors, they could redirect snatural

Beck, who was quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

hoarse.

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

a pang of sorrow, fighting back

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facility."

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

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location of the

wiped his eyes again,

send someone

any longer, Maja left the basement and felt

they had spent the last night. But the building was now