AT THREE YEARS OLD as soon as he can speak in complete coherent sentences, Karl, second son of airline mogul Grant Spades and fashion agency heiress Isabella Moa, has started taking art classes—painting and music lessons at first until he grew of age to comprehend literature.
At nine years old, he has started accompanying his older brother (eleven) to the more advanced classes because his father believes that the boys, being closer in age should compete in everything; but the eldest, Kristopher must excel best than his younger brother so it doesn't bring the family a great shame.
At eleven, he wandered past the servants bungalow by accident and under a plum tree at their backyard found the strangest solace he has ever known. It was here he discovered the taste of plum for the first time and his tremendous dislike of it.
However, he kept coming. By the time the servants knew of his pastime wanderings, they began accomodating him—a blanket here, a basket of snacks there, an umbrella the next day, a children's book the day after.
At thirteen, found out by his brother and scared that he'll tell on him swore never to return but Kristopher surprised him by guard the secret, going even further to keep coming by under the plum tree.
It was in this state of privacy that the two brothers began to feel close like best friends, like blood, confiding in each other their strengths and weaknesses, becoming stronger in the face of adversity, their father's authoritative strictness, their mother's emotional manipulation and the brotherly need to protect their toddling baby sister.
At fourteen, Karl had fallen asleep under the warm glow of the sun, a book on his stomach, arms behind his head as pillows, a leg raised—the perfect posture of serenity when he awoke to a gown dangling from the tree, the girl's face hidden from view.
At seventeen, Kristopher was imapled under a train, in an eternal coma, crippled for life. And the plum tree knew a loneliness like no other when Karl stopped visiting.