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?”

close to tearing his own skin open to rid himself of the

finished explaining about Queena'’s situation when lan was

Lock her up and keep her

was a thousand times more potent than any drug, how could he possibly

back down, “I can handle it. Have Philip and Phil

got a lead on Phil, which should lead us

intended to

faint

and moved to

was

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

I should just have Queena brought

blood made lan nauseous,

go back to Greenfield Gardens. You'd better tell

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

carriage, and think

leaned

spoke, “Givea couple of days. It's

surprise meant not telling

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

with lan missing, Beck had been too anxious

did you

her heart racing with hope, only to see

eyes extinguished, she settled quietly

up. I've stocked up on holiday

few artists from the company. How

mood. She'd been alone,

desire to shop for the holidays,

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

she

not wanting to worry Beck, she managed a

I'll go out for a bit,

a pang of sympathy and gently