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?”

one point, he was close to tearing

situation when lan was about to

blood. Lock her up and keep her

was a thousand times more potent than

Have Philip

got a lead on Phil, which should lead us to

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

all angles, casting a faint red hue

noticed lan’s distress and

was

stopped. It was fortunate enough that lan hadn't lost his mind,

I should just have Queena

made lan nauseous, let alone that

Greenfield Gardens? I want to go back to

worried in her heart. It's not

a baby carriage, and think of the

but the moment he leaned back, his

minute, he spoke, “Givea couple of days. It's almost Christmas. I

meant

sensed that Beck was off. He kept going out, claiming

Beck had been too

did you find

was usually on point, her heart racing with

her eyes extinguished, she settled quietly on the

is coming up. I've stocked up on holiday goods and

maybe invite a few artists from the company. How does

wasn’t in the mood. She'd been alone, rarely

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

scent of lan in their bedroom was fading, and

as the days dragged on, she dared not inquire

a headache looming but not wanting to worry

a

a pang of sympathy