When they were seated side by side on the sofa, Tracey leaned into him, using the contact as comfort. With her head resting on his shoulder and thus not having to keep eye contact, it was easier for Tracey to admit, "Tamara was my... twin. We weren't technically identical, but we looked a lot alike. And we were pretty much inseparable. We started dance together, and music lessons... I played piano, she played violin. And then..." She could already feel herself choking up, and her voice became even lower as she said, "We were seven. It was the middle of winter and we were playing on the pond behind Davis Manor. It had frozen over and we were sliding back and forth, and- and she f-fell in, and I- I couldn't get her. I couldn't find her and I f-froze there, just screaming and t-trying to reach into the water and find her. I don't even remember most of it, just my f-father pulling me back when I was halfway in the h-hole in the ice and him trying to find Tamara, but when he did- it was too late. She- She was- She didn't make it... She d-drowned because I c-couldn't s-save her..."