What happened that night in the graveyard? What made my sister decide to drive the car off the bridge? I shouted in the dark but I didn´t get an answer, so I decided to go to the house where my sister lived to see if I could find any proof.

          All was calm in her bedroom; I sat down on the bed and I saw something strange under the pillow. Oh, my God! It was her diary! I started to read and I stopped on the page where she wrote about the night in the graveyard. It started like this:

          Dear diary,

          My visit to the graveyard wasn’t to visit the tombs of Pedro and Marcos, but because in these last days I have received some calls from a strange man. He told me that he knew something about my father´s death.

          Lucia decided to come with me to the graveyard. When we were there a man whispered my name and suddenly he said: "Don´t move. Your father´s death wasn’t an accident, someone killed him because he wanted to report a person for kidnapping, someone who you know very well".

          But she didn’t write anymore and I could only question myself who these people might be.