Chapter 8

For several minutes, we have been standing here waiting for his security team to check out the area.

Whatever the heck that means.

I don't even care. I am ready to get my feet back on the ground. I dislike flying. At least I notice that much of myself.

The sadness hits me again. I don't know much about myself. I realize my father is the reason that I was taken away and sold, but that's it.

Oh, and my name, I know my name thanks to Ghost. It's Aria, I kind of like it. It's a pretty name.

Ghost's hand stayed in the same spot, attached to my arm and showing no sign at all of being ready to let me go. He doesn't need to worry. I'm not going to go off screaming onto an island, at least not until it's been checked.

I'm not crazy.

Or am I?

I don't remember.

I'm staring out of the nearest window, and all I see are trees, sand, flowers, and water right now. I mean, he is so worried about me running away that he stayed holding my arm. It's not like I can swim miles in the ocean, or drive th