'Maybe if I write...'

She dreaded facing him after this. Foolish girl! When they at last were able to meet he was indeed still very hurt and angry with her, he had alwaystrusted her not to ring the house, and told her how H had suffered an agina attack on leaving Midnight Mass Christmas Eve. He had had to work hard to reassure H that it must indeed have been a wrong number. Coppelia's call had really shaken H, he was concerned at her lack of self-control and couldn't imagine why on earth she'd behaved that way. He had come close to leaving her, he said. He had felt that he perhaps did not really know Coppelia, after all, if she could act that way. How could she take such a risk?

The few times they met after this, she could see how he had been affected by her actions, and she made a firm decision to pull herself together. He had come so close to ending the relationship, concerned that if Coppelia was finding it so hard to cope, he must end it now for both their sakes. What if she felt driven to act in a similarly rash way again?

She HAD to find a way to cope. So it was that one dark night early in January 2009 Coppelia made the decision to write. To tell their story from the beginning.