Yvonne Finley stared absently at the bridge over the distant lake, her emotions were impenetrable to anyone. People's hearts are inherently difficult to place in a completely impartial position. For instance, Alexander Johnson was her biological father, yet the person who harmed him was Wilson Finley, the man who raised her.
She couldn't fully hate Wilson just because of their blood relation, even though he'd protected her for nearly twenty years. Perhaps her thoughts were truly unconventional, with everyone accusing her of being cold-hearted and unable to distinguish right from wrong. She deeply understood what was more important to her.
Hatred?
That was too empty.
Eventually.
Not until the sound of high heels stepping on the floor came from the entrance did Yvonne snap out of her thoughts.
