The next day, Yara heard from the village chief's grandson—one of her students—that Shawn had fallen off the mountain in the middle of the night and broken his leg.
Her first instinct was to shoot a look at Wesley.
Wesley let out a helpless sigh. "I didn't have time to go jumping anyone with a sack in the dead of night."
Yara said nothing more, because right then the school bell rang.
She stepped into the classroom and began her lesson. But partway through, voices drifted in from outside.
The students all turned their heads, curious, and Yara's gaze followed theirs to the doorway.
And there she saw him—Shawn, sitting in a wheelchair in the school yard.
His assistant stood behind him, while the village chief and two village cadres flanked his sides.
Yara frowned on reflex, only to l
