Stresa, Lago Maggiore, ItalyMay 2
Helena stared at her laptop monitor and weighed her answer to William’s question. Finally, she decided to tell the truth. Her fingers started dancing on the keyboard again. “To tell the truth, it’s like a see-saw. Some days I think I’m OK. Paradoxically, the wilder the day, the better I feel because I can’t stand to think about myself. And then there’s a completely relaxed day, like today, and I feel like crap. My thoughts keep going back to that. And it’s like I can’t take a breath. And I keep wanting to cry. And I’m awfully nervous and jumpy. Whenever Martin speaks to me, I jump.” She hit ENTER and the laptop immediately transported her words to his computer in Britain through Skype.
The answer came instantly. “By ‘that’ do you mean the moment when you
