The fugitive has everything but peace.
In the wind, Yolanda Fern laughed again.
Tears still marked her face, but her eyes bore little sorrow.
Only her heart was hollow, as if floating in mid-air, unable to find a place to settle.
Before she turned five, she called Landon home, with her father and mother, with Lana.
After turning five, she settled in Lonton, with a brother and sister.
But now, what did she have?
All this world offered her was infinite pain...
She wished to erase the cruelest shadows, but she had no means...
She despised Qiana Childe, Sylvan Cheney, Spencer Childe...all of the Cheney Family, even Jasmine Yale, she despised them all.
"Yolanda, have you ever thought about Chris Fern and Lana Fern – the only family you have left?" Sylvan Cheney spoke indifferently.
He couldn't possibly stimulate Yolanda's emotions in such a critical moment.
All he could do was to stabilize the situation.
