Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As dusk settled in, a courier delivered a letter to Maja's doorstep, a letter that mentioned the human experiments that had befallen

Sarah.

Maja, who had been the picture of calm, becutterly disheveled after reading the contents. She poured over each word,

starting to doubt her own grasp of the language. So, it wasn't just Patrick who was part of a successful experiment, but Sarah as

well?

Lillian's memories resided within Sarah's body, and now those memories were awakening? No wonder she always felt Sarah's gaze

upon her was fraught with complexity, as if there were a torrent of words waiting to burst forth, yet suppressed.

She rubbed her temples, suddenly recalling Lillian's body, laid to rest in the catacombs beneath Forbidden Island, now sealed away

forever, along with her.

Lillian was the one Maja had been searching for all these years, and to receive such news so abruptly left her unable to find her

composure.

She tried to call Sarah, but the phone just rang unanswered. Unable to wait even a second, Maja reached out to Beck.

Beck had never set foot inside the research base and was clueless about what lan and others had encountered there. He only knew

Sarah's brilliance, her creation of an antidote for his father, and

Sarah had traveled all the way from North America to

Beck as he read

mostly known the impostor Cynthia. They didn't know when their real mother had been swapped over.

years among the Sanders

sons.

visit to Forbidden Island and the encounter with

had cto terms with Cynthia's death, this revelation had sprung up. No wonder Sarah had kept this from them -

her identity as Patrick

the reason why human experimentation was banned - it was a flagrant

fundamental human rights.

what to say and rubbed

the other hand, seemed relatively composed; he had suspected

had raised

quickly coming to terms with the

Cynthia's memories, then she likely bore no malice towards Maja; perhaps she genuinely wanted

lan develop an

Beck, I can't reach Sarah on her phone. Could something have happened to her? And who sent us this letter? If it

in it

was a man who never played by the book; with the fake lan still unaccounted for, who knew what

him.

it, her head a bit aching. Meanwhile,

cemetery.