Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

It was beyond their comprehension how Yvonne, such a bright and promising child, could be taken from this world so soon. It was a

tragedy when the old must bury the young.

The room was thick with tension, all eyes fixed on Leonard after his somber declaration. His gaze was affixed to the stack of papers

before him as he closed his eyes, "Investigate. If it's really him, there will be no mercy."

Clearly, among those present, Leonard's word was law. His directive left no room for doubt, and action was swiftly undertaken as

the higher-ups began to coordinate their next move.

Night had already enveloped the sky.

When Maja awoke, she found herself lying in a bed, her eyes able to move, but the rest of her body was numb and unresponsive.

The space in front of her was whitewashed; seemed like she was encased in a hibernation chamber.

She blinked but couldn’t discern anything, only a small glass pane above her through which she could glimpse the ceiling outside.

Outside the chamber, Sarah monitored the flickering streams of data with a steely detachment. Her fingers danced across the

screen, glancing at Fitch, who had been wheeled out earlier. His trial run had been the first, and now, his body's vitals were

peaking, ready for the next phase.

Sarah kept a vigilant watch over the remaining data, fearful of any mishap. She also made a call to Bernard.

"Mr. March, care to witness the proceedings? By tomorrow evening, Fitch's experiment should be complete. Give it an hour, and

you'll see your son slowly cto. Then it's Maja's turn. If all goes well, by eleven at night. Will you not cto see?"

years of preparation, could he resist the chance to see it with his own

in the afternoon, I'll cby. Sarah,

percent success rate?"

deceive you, Mr.

out at the darkening sky, contemplating the lonely night - perhaps his last

to be reunited with his son and beloved

bird in the cage. Once it was vibrant with color; its feathers were now sparse from age,

companion.

the room, "Sir, it seems the Sanders family has stirred up quite the

and a curl

escape

chopper to the border. There's a

as he lowered his hand, "As long as we're

dare make a move."

that location. Destruction there would mean a significant loss of talent for Windhelm;

would act rashly.

now had

would mean paying

soon it was the next

hardly slept, the drugs blurring her vision. She couldn't hear anything but could still see a small patch of space

her.

up. At this hour, she would always take a walk, a habit from years of lab

in the research base, and the scenic

eye on everything. No

"Understood, Doctor."

out, donning her hat, eager for a breath of fresh air.

just a few rounds nearby before

reached a corner, her eyes caught