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

his father, and

incident, Sarah had traveled all

Beck as he read

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

had maintained a polite distance during her years among

sons.

to Forbidden Island and the encounter with the

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

tormented by her identity as Patrick

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

fundamental human rights.

say and rubbed his

had suspected something off about

the Sanders family had raised his suspicions, and now that they

to terms

memories, then she likely bore no malice towards Maja; perhaps she

develop an

on her phone. Could something have happened to her? And

what's in

who never played by the book; with the fake lan still unaccounted for, who knew what he planned to

him.

mulled over it, her head a bit aching. Meanwhile, Fitch

cemetery.