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

how many years she'd been confined.

and

the bathroom

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

a few simple words, she might be able to understand

the doctor begun, "we've attempted that as well. No matter what we present

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers show signs of

"What do you mean?"

fingers once, then immediately stitched them back

a surge of

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder,

her

were at a

engineering team

means she has to live

Two, we find the device that can communicate with her, but

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

wonder this place had managed to

now, all Maja could do was to make the basement a bit more bearable for Cynthia's

could redirect snatural

Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we do

mother imprisoned,

of sorrow, fighting back

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

memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

facility."

Patric, with a decade of lan's

of memory, they could

wiped his eyes again,

someone to

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

hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the building was now rubble,