Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

“Fitch, did you ever hear about Bernard's kid being shipped off years ago? Rumor has it, he bit the dust at sresearch lab."

"Yeah, that's not exactly a state secret. His son, just like Eric back in the day, got sent on shush-hush mission and never made

it back. Not even a bone to bury."

"Is there any record of the people they sent out?"

"Top secret stuff. Once someone kicks the bucket, their ID gets wiped clean."

Seemed like digging around here might just be a piece of cake.

Her lips curled, "I'm thinking, we don't really know what Bernard's angle is. What if we turn back the clock and say his son didn't

die at that lab, what if he was already gone before that? Maybe Bernard's playing God, trying to bring his boy back to life by

sparking his memories in someone else's noggin. Does that theory hold water?"

The moment she finished, the room plunged into silence. Maja's wild guesses always had a way of flipping everything on its head.

Nobody spoke, but then Patric, who'd been quiet as a church mouse, let out a snort. That snort got under Beck's skin. He stood up

and jabbed a finger at Patric's cheek.

"Hey, you cell warrior, what are you snickering at? Keep it up and I'll make you eat Rocky's dog treats, you believe that?"

Patric's face turned stormy, but his hands were tied behind his back, and he was cuffed to a sturdy iron rack. He wasn't going

anywhere.

"Back off!"

at Beck. Beck dodged

temples. She figured the

the surface, lan was all pride and vanity, but deep down, he had a mischievous streak. Beck, the notorious

the Sanders family,

those two were

"Beck, knock it off."

eyed

gaze, his Adam's apple bobbing, eyes suddenly rimmed

your business!"

whiff of hurt, panic, and defiance in his voice. She suddenly remembered, back when Eric was

always trying to off Eric to

a distinct personality, and Eric should just disappear. Patric

stayed silent, only ever saying, "You'll regret

just a fragment of

recall his

for Maja, then this offshoot personality would inevitably

he figured

scrutinizing the face before her. The flutter of her teen years was long

calm.

to address the group lounging on the

think I've pieced together the details. Bernard once said he wasn't just after lan, but Patric too,

and it succeed. Bernard wants to do

way, his son would live again. He

lan be the person

but the right shell. Bernard's interest in Patric was

hear. The crowd on the couch

his lips, "You're pretty