Imagine you meet a man, spend seven glorious days together, and fall in love. And it’s mutual: you’ve never been so certain of anything.So when he leaves for a long-booked holiday and promises to call from the airport, you have no cause to doubt him.But he doesn’t call.Your friends tell you to forget him, but you know they're wrong: something must have happened; there must be a reason for his silence.What do you do when you finally discover you're right? That there is a reason – and that reason is the one thing you didn't share with each other?The truth.