I was allowed only a few moments of self-pity before she returned, the one using my voice.

And this helps how? she said.

Suddenly, I was angry. Who the hell are you?

I like the name Valentina. Let’s call me Val. I’m part of you, Kat.

I stood quietly. I knew something was wrong, but I hadn’t expected this. I turned off the water and reached for a towel.

Val continued, You’re afraid you’re crazy. In a way, you are. To them, you said that you’d never felt so bad before. I think you’re wrong, that something horrifying happened at Camp 32. Your mind fractured into several pieces trying to deal with it.

How many pieces?

You, me, and one other. You and I on our own, we’d probably be okay. The problem is her, the other one. She’s not rational. What I sense from her is pain, despair, rage, fear, terror. She’s got the worst of your memories, Kat, and she lives them over and over again. She’s dangerous and unpredictable. We need to help her. We need to be woven together again.