All these weeks I have been helping him... not knowing the truth... I would not allow myself to see it because of the warmth of his arms, his lips, because of his need for me and mine for him, because of love.., she had written. As I looked at the strong down strokes of her pen I sensed her anguish. But what did it mean? When my sister suddenly disappeared after a row with me I did my best to find her, but all I found was her diary...