Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

In her dream, Maja felt the warm clasp of a hand in hers.

Before hitting the hay last night, she'd planned to set an alarm, hoping to rise and shine early.

But before she knew it, she had clocked a solid five or six hours of shut-eye.

When she awoke, the hospital room was basked in sunlight.

lan’s hand was holding hers, and with the other, he was tapping away on a keyboard, seemingly replying to a message.

Maja was momentarily dazed at the sight of his face.

It wasn't until he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze that she snapped back to reality and heard him say, “You've got a full-body

check-up scheduled today. I'll be right here with you. You feeling hungry yet?”

“lan, you're up?”

He let go of her hand and reached for the disinfectant wipes on the nightstand, meticulously cleaning each of her fingers.

“I've been awake for a couple of hours now. You needed the extra Zs.”

The heaviness in her heart, weighed down by thoughts of Cynthia and Augus, made it hard for Maja to go back to sleep.

lan, fresh out of bed, had already gathered the latest intel and ruffled her hair in a comforting gesture.

Patric’s not going down that easy. I'm sure we'll

behind her back, helping her to

her

situation with the research base had to be resolved pronto. The eyes of the

far, no one had turned up any useful

lid off Forbidden Island's existence, causing quite

base linked to Forbidden Island was clearly becoming a target

her check-up, and he stuck by her

as the tests were done,

she was halfway through her meal when Zoey and Carol both rang, checking in

worried them. They'd call every

to ease

talked shop, sharing that Star Movie Group was thriving, with several of their movies snagging

the big time, while Shawn was

the world to everyone, and since

Maja couldn't shake the feeling that

"Zoey, you feeling alright?”

was a brief pause before Zoey replied, “No worries, Mr. Pennyfeather. I'm good, and the company’s in great shape. We're

to having

concern and decided to give

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hear from Maja, and when she asked about