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.

down that easy. I'm sure we'll have a lead soon

pillow behind her back, helping her to sit

her

both understood that the situation with the research base had to be resolved pronto. The eyes

so far, no one had turned up any useful

the lid off Forbidden Island's existence, causing quite the stir in

Island was clearly becoming

check-up, and he stuck by her side through each and every

the tests were done, the dietician

halfway through her meal when Zoey and Carol both rang,

Island had worried them. They'd call every now and then, and hearing her

to ease

sharing that Star Movie Group was thriving,

had hit the big time,

to everyone, and since Maja’s departure, they'd all been eagerly awaiting her

of the call, Maja couldn't shake the feeling that Zoey's voice sounded off, a

"Zoey, you feeling alright?”

“No worries, Mr. Pennyfeather. I'm good, and the company’s in great

to

couldn’t shake her concern and decided

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genuinely surprised to hear from Maja, and when she asked