Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Three days into lan's mysterious coma, Dylan rolled into the quaint town of Greenfield, with a special delivery: Patric, cuffed and

looking like he'd been through the wringer, was dragged into the heart of Greenfield Gardens.

The sight of Patric in such a state was a solemn reminder of the power play at hand. He was sporting a scruffy beard and hiding

behind a pair of glasses, a sharp contrast to his former self. Maja, unable to bring herself to call Dylan "big brother," simply nodded

in acknowledgment of his presence.

Patric's eyes held a flicker of something indefinable when he caught Maja's gaze, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. He

stayed sullenly silent, a storm brewing in his silence.

Beck, who was never one to mince words, smacked him on the back of the head. "Quit sulking, man. After all that running and

hiding, here you are, caught like a rat in a trap."

It was a joint effort between Dylan and shard characters from the local fight club that had cornered Patric. He was seething,

and not even Maja's questions about Eric's fate or Patric's future plans could pierce his resolve.

Before matters could progress, the doorbell rang, slicing through the tension. Dr. Sarah and Bernard, accompanied by a line of

uniformed officers, stood at the threshold. Maja's eyes sparkled with a glint of intrigue as she took them in.

on Patric for a quick moment before she gracefully

authority as he stepped

had made a promise to

to getting

her tongue; Bernard wasn't someone she could easily challenge. However,

we've contracted Dr. Sarah's services. I understand lan's predicament, and if

facilities to develop a potential antidote. The kind

government channels."

up at Bernard, his smile as reassuring as

with a thin smile. "But wasn't Dr.

her mind so

lan's situation is resolved, I'll be free to return to

Patric, but requested a day to speak with lan

Dr. Sarah departed as swiftly as they had arrived. Alone again, Maja called Fitch, seeking an update on his

of Oakford, reported in a steady voice, "After Queena's execution, her ashes were supposed to

were scattered into the sea off Oakford. No evidence, no way

she's alive

rain in Oakford had turned Fitch's suit pants muddy as he listened

truly consider lan a friend? Would you betray

you implying, Maja? I know you've been sour

not mine. I merely presented an

might be