'Too shallow?' Yvonne's wide eyes were filled with questions as she alternated her eyes between her father and her brother.
Howard rinsed the sweet plums and brought them back for her but she had not yet snapped out of her complicated thoughts.
'Then what the heck was that!?' She narrowed her eyes while thinking back to her first and only encounter with the male lead of the script that she was living in.
It was as though that moment was imprinted in her mind for she could still hear the terrified screams of the young boy as he cried out for help while drowning in the stream.
Ignoring her brother's outstretched hand with the plums in it, she turned towards the one person who could clarify things right now.
"Has it always been shallow?" She questioned and just as she realized how dumb her doubt was, her father nodded his head.
