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?”

he was close to tearing

finished explaining about Queena'’s situation when lan was about

her up and keep her away

a thousand times more potent than any drug, how

can handle it. Have Philip and Phil been found? And what

lead us to Philip. No word on

leaned back, checking his healing wounds. Standing, he intended to pace the room, but the itching sensation

casting a faint

noticed lan’s distress and moved to help

was rolling down his

hadn't lost his mind, but now

maybe I should just have

made lan nauseous, let alone that of a

need. Where is Maja now, Greenfield Gardens? I want to go back to Greenfield Gardens. You'd better

and she must be worried in her heart. It's not good for the child.

buy a baby carriage, and think of

car, but the moment he leaned back, his hospital gown

“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 with

with lan missing, Beck had been too anxious

you

heart racing with

extinguished, she

up on holiday

invite a few artists from the company. How

wasn’t in the mood. She'd been

for the holidays, often

in their bedroom was

she dared not inquire further

looming but not wanting to worry Beck, she

go out for a bit,

a pang of sympathy and gently