Thirty-three years old.
Kate pays a visit.
Heath welcomes her.
Kate pushes the door open and strides into the living room with an intimidating air, then unabashedly sits down on the sofa.
She points to the seat opposite and says:
"Sit down."
Heath doesn't show any dissatisfaction, only some surprise:
"Why did you come suddenly? Hela is painting at the studio today and won't be back until early tomorrow."
Kate nods:
"I came here precisely because I knew Hela wouldn't be here today."
Heath wonders:
"So you came to see me? What's the matter?"
Kate leans forward, staring into Heath's eyes, and says:
"Have you done anything bad to Hela?"
Heath frowns:
"No, what do you mean?"
Kate continues to stare into Heath's eyes.
After a heavy silence.
Kate opens her backpack and takes out a painting.
The painting depicts the emptiness of the deep sea.
Just the deep sea.
Kate asks:
