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?”

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

about Queena'’s situation when lan was about

blood. Lock her up

more potent than any drug, how could he

can handle it. Have

should lead us to Philip. No word on

he intended to pace the

angles, casting a faint red

distress and moved

lan’s sweat was rolling down

heart nearly stopped. It was fortunate enough that lan hadn't lost his mind, but now he

maybe I should just have

nauseous, let

to go back to Greenfield Gardens. You'd better

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

the child, buy a baby carriage, and think of the baby's

the car, but the moment he leaned back, his

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

surprise meant

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

Beck had been too anxious to entertain such

you

racing with hope, only

extinguished, she settled quietly

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

few artists from the

mood. She'd been alone, rarely going

the holidays, often feeling a pang

lan in their bedroom was fading, and

the days dragged on, she dared not inquire further about

not wanting to

I'll go out for a bit, take

pang of sympathy and gently