A fireball of fun with her long, curly, orange and yellow tresses, Kyra Hainesley operates a dance studio along the North Pacific Coast, content, for the most part, with her simple, care-free life. The search for a perfect man, however, has left the twenty-three-year-old single and still living at home with her widowed mom. A second frustration revolves around the mystery regarding Kyra's distant family. She's never met them, and Mrs. Hainesley forbids any attempt to make contact.

When a dashing theater actor visits a mutual friend, he sweeps Kyra off her feet, drawing the dancer into an international romance. The affair plays like a fairy tale, too good to believe, a worry confirmed when a trans-Atlantic rendezvous comes to a puzzling, unexpected end.

Separated from the stage performer for weeks, Kyra infiltrates a foreign embassy to send her missing lover a message, yet never hears from him again. The despair of a severed relationship crushes her, forcing the adoption of a cold-hearted mindset to avert future vulnerability.  After resuming  her small-town-girl existence, a violent attack leaves Kyra gravely wounded and inflicts collateral damage upon her loved ones. She blames herself for their suffering.

Guilt consumes the ballerina, bringing Kyra to second guess the choices she's made that position her, on several occasions, in the wrong place at the wrong time. Hidden in a far-away locale to evade mortal danger, she struggles to find a purpose for living, and questions her responsibility for destroying the lives of those left behind.