“I’d stopped trying to work out what was going on in Amy’s mind. To try and make sense of everything was both exhausting and impossible. Whatever Amy felt at any given moment, those feelings were real to her and she acted on them. But to be around her often felt as though I’d been given a role in a melodrama where she was playing the lead part. I went along with it and reluctantly accepted that that was the way Amy expressed herself. But then, a lot of the time Amy was playing a character I didn’t recognise. Her brother rarely let her get away with this and would often confront her about the multitude of personas she brought out at any given time. ‘Who are you now?’ he’d ask her. But all she ever did was pause momentarily before carrying on.”