That day, Rae Bennett returned from Osla, but Wyatt Wright had disappeared—he had run away, and she had gone mad looking for him all over the world.
She saw him again at the hospital, after his surgery. He sat on the hospital bed, facing the window, having lost a lot of weight, his shadow on the floor was solitary and thin.
He was only nineteen, and his youthful exuberance was gone from his eyes.
Rae Bennett stood at the door for a long time, then walked in cautiously, "Wyatt."
Wyatt turned his head, temporarily blind from the surgery, his eyes wrapped in bandages, he asked by the sound of her voice, "Who is it?"
He didn't remember her.
He had been in a serious car accident that injured his nerves. His eyesight might recover, but his sense of smell would not.
All because of her.
Rae Bennett ran out in a panic, dropping the ruby anklet from her ankle, and she finally understood her father's words.
Her father had said: If our Rae falls for someone, don't be like dad.
