“But so is actually being loved.”“Is that what this is?” she asked, taking my hand.“That’s a difficult subject,” I said. “Not because ...’m afraid of it, but because I make a serious distinction between being ‘in love’ with someone and ‘loving’ someone. And there are levels, too. It’s kind of complicated to explain in just a few minutes. We can talk tomorrow, if you want. I’ll come see you right after lunch.”“Will you stay for dinner?”“I think that will be OK, yes. Our New Year’s Eve Party. I’d taken from them, hurt them without ever even seeing their faces.”I stopped and took a few breaths. This part had weighed heavily on my decision. “I killed Miranda,” I said shakily. “I didn’t see any other way out and I wasn’t the one who threw her off the balcony, but I made that happen. It was MY fault. I can’t take it back and I can’t make it better. When she died, she left behind those two who were depending on her. When Donald told me how they were suffering ... I’d been too responsible. So it was that barely a month before she became of legal age, she felt down the long staircase in the family residence. He had intended to kill her, but instead, she had hit her head a few times on the thick carpet in the process of falling and by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was in shock and remained that way.She could still walk properly and eat but that was about all. She could no longer talk and even if she looked find, it seemed that part of her mind had left her body. Oh my god, that's it. That is why Sandra would not tell me anything over the phone.I was just about to leave and head for the hospital when I heard a sneeze from the bedroom. They were in the bedroom. What were they doing in the dark? They were way to quiet to be having sex. I walked over to the bedroom and it was so quiet that I started to wonder if I'd actually heard anything. I flipped the light switch and what I saw shocked me.There on the bed was both Jessica and Sandra lying naked on my.