Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

lan woke with a start, as the evening shadows began to lengthen across his room. He rubbed at his temples, eyes tracing the

familiar cracks on the ceiling.

Pushing himself upright, he was greeted by a voice, “How are you feeling?”

It was Beck, his expression a mosaic of concern. Just as Beck braced for lan to revert to the mental capacity of a toddler, lan

exhaled softly and shook his head, “I'm fine. How's Maja?”

He could respond coherently and remembered Maja?

Beck was taken aback, then relieved.

“You're in Greenfield. Maja’s at Greenfield Gardens, resting up for the baby. Everyone in Cania has been searching for you, turning

every stone.”

lan’s gaze swept the hospital room, finding it empty.

“Where is she?”

Maja was his primary concern.

“She's resting. You're not in shape to see her yet. I haven't told her we found you. Her emotions can’t handle the excitement, and I

didn’t want to get her hopes up. Are you sure you're okay?”

“Yeah.”

As lan answered, an itch began to crawl up his throat. It was unreachable, starting deep within him and surfacing like a terrible

whisper.

Instinctively, he scratched at his hand, but it was like scratching over a boot - unsatisfying.

A frown creased his forehead as he stopped and turned to Beck.

“What's happened to me?”

already registered that at one point, he was close to tearing his own

situation when lan was about

blood. Lock her up and keep her away

than any drug, how could he possibly

it. Have

a lead on Phil, which should lead us to Philip. No word on

Standing, he intended to pace the room, but the itching

faint red hue over his

lan’s distress and moved

lan’s sweat was

that lan hadn't lost

just have Queena brought

nauseous, let alone that of

Where is Maja now, Greenfield Gardens? I want to go back to

she must be worried in her heart.

carriage, and think of the baby's

got into the car, but the moment he leaned back, his hospital

“Givea couple of days. It's almost Christmas. I

meant not

past few days, Maja sensed that Beck was off. He kept going out, claiming he was grabbing drinks

lan missing, Beck had been too anxious to

did you

racing with hope, only to

extinguished,

hand, “Christmas is coming up. I've stocked up on holiday goods and thought we could gather with Fitch

a few artists from the company.

the mood. She'd been alone, rarely

lacked the desire to shop for the holidays, often feeling a pang of sadness

of lan in their bedroom was fading, and she had hoped he’d return

the days dragged on, she dared not inquire

to worry Beck, she managed

for a bit, take a walk

pang of sympathy and gently