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!"

tried to kick out at Beck. Beck dodged with a smirk, "Oh? Can't touch this,

her temples. She figured the old scuffles between lan

deep down,

of the Sanders family, and just

two were at

"Beck, knock it off."

eyed Patric,

suddenly rimmed red.

your business!"

and defiance in his voice.

always opposed her, always trying to off Eric

thought he was a distinct personality, and Eric should just

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

was just a fragment

his

Maja, then this offshoot personality would inevitably be charmed by her

regrets, once he figured out

face before her. The flutter of her teen years was long gone. Now she looked on with

calm.

to address the group lounging on the

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

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

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

lan be the

person, but the right shell.

theory, laid out for all to hear. The crowd on the couch stayed mum.

moved his lips,