His hand brushed the cover of the diary, and the memories of the past came to his eyes again. Catherine stared blankly at the place where her hand touched the cover - the dust there stuck to her hand, contrasting with the thick layer of dust around it - if she hadn't suddenly had a sudden impulse to clean the room, this diary might have been forgotten in a corner forever, and the memory would have been wiped away.
Open the cover. On a blank page was written her name and a sentence - it started in September 1991.