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.

crossing him? That was a death

out," he

gun when the boat lurched

Boom! Boom!

disintegrated, and Abner plunged

woke up, his chest was throbbing

instructed, pressing down on his shoulders. "Took

shoved the hands away and, bracing against the wall, he staggered to his

"Where am I?"

only clinging to a piece of driftwood before

the voice said. "My dad

- this was no city,

his temple.

had nothing on

young boy dashed out and brought in clothes drying on a rack, oblivious to the fine fabric's worth, only knowing they

and comfortable.

men, it seemed. A bomb planted, no less. They probably didn't expect him to

really shouldn't move," the boy cautioned. "My dad called Queena to treat you. She's a genius,

back from

in his

to outdoor life, but his eyes

it weren't for my sis Queena, you'd be dead," he said, supporting Abner.

a word, Abner sat back

bandages again, the boy