Up until that point, I was so angry with you and blamed you for everything. When you sent me that gift and the letter, something inside me just snappe...d. I wanted to die. I really did. I almost took my mom’s bottle of sleeping pills. Almost. I was standing in front of her medicine cabinet, with Steve Bear, and thinking that I didn’t want to live. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it because it felt like you were there watching me.“But there was a second time, and that time I actually had the. Daily chats about how our days were and what not. She was good in English conversation and she enjoyed the opportunity to converse in English. I waited for her to open up. And she did. She started telling me about how she was in an unemotional relationship. I still waited. Most of the times I took the side of her husband. Our online chats moved to telephone conversations. She would call me late nights and we would talk. Slowly we were falling for each other. Still we never talked about. I’m guessing she made the obvious leap given that it’s known I’m leading the investigation.”“It seems to me someone wanted to remain anonymous,” Abe reminded Phil, frowning.“Yeah. I mistakenly thought we could keep the information under wraps, but many students either suffer from mental illnesses themselves, or come from families with them. It’s natural they’d recognize me. Still, it’s a positive reinforcing appreciation. I doubt they’d willingly expose us to outsiders.”“All it takes is one,”. But vodka had quite a kick to it and I noticed some of the menwere drinking it to. I realised then that I was now seeing "the men" as"other" and identifying myself as not a man, as a woman whereas I wouldpreviously seen the men as individuals not a collective and myself asone of them. I would have seen "the women" as "other".We kissed a number of times and I remember Phil calling me the mostbeautiful woman he had ever met in the vodka fuelled haze of thatevening.I recall also Leanne getting.