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

knew how many years she'd

continued their inspection, and the

few minutes of silence, the

one touched her,

Braille? Just a few simple words, she might

that as well. No matter what we present

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once,

a surge of rage in

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all human

had a history of having her fingers cut off when trying to

at a

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

here means she has

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

behind

Both options were daunting.

had managed to hold Cynthia captive for

to make the basement a bit more bearable

could redirect

Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What do we do

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

felt a pang of sorrow,

to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts on Forbidden Island, they're taken

Patric. He holds most of Eric's memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

facility."

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

a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location of

eyes again,

someone to

longer, Maja left the basement and

remembered Quentin's remains and hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the building was now rubble,