When Wyatt Wright woke up, it was already noon and the sunlight was dazzling. As he reached up to shield his eyes, he discovered a chain locked around his wrist.
"Wyatt," Rae Bennett sat in the chair beside the bed, "you're awake."
He sat up, first looked at the chain on his wrist, then asked, "What time is it?"
He was unexpectedly calm.
"It's twelve o'clock."
It's twelve o'clock, the plane to Chemar had already taken off. His mobile phone was not by his side, and he had no idea what the situation at the school was like now.
He looked up at Rae, his expression so composed, "If you didn't want me to go to Chemar, you could have just said so."
Rae shook her head, rose from the chair, and sat down on the bed, "It's not just Chemar, I don't want you to go anywhere now, in case you leave and don't come back..."
She wouldn't allow that possibility.
Her voice was soft, trying to exploit his sympathy, pleading with him, "Just stay at home, okay?"
"Unchain me," Wyatt said.
