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. Beck dodged with

exchange, massaging her temples. She figured the

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

the Sanders

two were at

"Beck, knock it off."

heading back to his seat. Maja eyed

rimmed red. After struggling with his

your business!"

panic, and defiance in his voice. She suddenly remembered, back

always opposed her, always trying to off Eric

should just

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

Because he knew Patric was just a fragment of his

recall his

would inevitably be charmed by her too. So

he figured out where

flutter of her teen years was long gone.

calm.

a brief glance, she turned to address

said he wasn't just after lan, but

a subject under experiment, and it succeed. Bernard wants to do

way, his son would live again. He must have those memories stashed somewhere,

the person he's

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

out for all to hear. The crowd on the

lips, "You're pretty