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!"

Beck dodged with a smirk, "Oh? Can't

the exchange, massaging her temples. She figured the old scuffles between lan and

deep down, he had a mischievous streak. Beck, the

Sanders family, and

wonder those two were at

"Beck, knock it off."

seat. Maja eyed Patric, her tone mild, "What was so funny

his Adam's apple bobbing, eyes suddenly rimmed red. After struggling with his words, he spat

your business!"

unexpectedly caught a whiff of hurt, panic, and defiance in his voice. She

always trying to off Eric

he was a distinct personality, and Eric should just disappear. Patric indeed smelled something

own identity, Eric stayed silent, only ever saying, "You'll regret

Patric was just a fragment of his brother lan's memory, a fragment that hadn't yet

his own

would inevitably be charmed by her too. So Eric was

once he figured out where he

her. The flutter of her teen years was long

calm.

glance, she turned to address

I think I've pieced together the details. Bernard once said he

and it succeed. Bernard wants to do the same, transplant his son's memories into

to life. That way, his son would live again. He must have those

the person he's

precise, not a person, but the right shell. Bernard's interest in Patric was

out for all to hear. The crowd on the couch stayed mum. Only Patric, after a few seconds

his lips, "You're