Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol continued to chat with Maja, but this time, they ditched voice messages for good old-fashioned typing.

What a relief that Maja didn't bring up the Miller family, Carol thought. She had no idea how she'd explain that mess.

Maja had taken Beck's words to heart: if they needed help, she was there, but if they chose silence, there was little anyone could

do. They were adults; they knew the weight of their choices.

After responding to Carol's last message, Maja leaned back to rest. The room was cozy, the temperature just right, and Coco was

wagging its tail furiously nearby.

It had been ages since Maja had seen Coco, and she longed to pet her, but Beck was overly cautious, not letting any pets get too

close.

So, to keep Beck from worrying, Maja kept her distance from both Coco and Rocky, the aloof Siamese cat who seemed to look down

on everyone with a sort of detached disdain.

Coco had long accepted Rocky as the alpha, fawning over him shamelessly.

Maja sat by the window, a cashmere throw rug beneath her, hugging a pillow. A sudden drop in temperature had brought a flurry of

snowflakes outside. She was tired of asking for updates on lan, knowing disappointment was the likely outcome.

With just a month until Christmas, she buried her face into the pillow and let out a soft sigh.

Meanwhile, at the Windhelm border, Abner sat in a chair, gunfire echoing around him. This shipment had proved trickier than

expected.

That was a death

out,"

to load his gun when the boat lurched violently beneath

Boom! Boom!

disintegrated, and Abner plunged into

his chest was throbbing

voice instructed, pressing down on his shoulders. "Took us ages to stop the bleeding. Don't start it up

and, bracing against

"Where am I?"

only clinging to a piece of driftwood

dad fished you out

smelled of fish - this was no city, no town, but

massaged his temple.

nothing on you

in clothes drying on a rack, oblivious to the fine fabric's worth,

and comfortable.

it seemed. A bomb planted, no less.

dad called Queena to treat you. She's a genius, you

back from studying

in his body,

sun-kissed, clearly no stranger to outdoor life,

for my sis Queena, you'd be dead," he said, supporting Abner. "Dad thought you were a

word, Abner sat back down, the

blood seep through the bandages again, the boy shouted, "It's splitting