She muttered to herself, 'Maybe I should go back to the hospital and ask the doctor? No, I'd better not. I said I'd trust him. Vivian Lee can't stand to see me happy, and I can't fall into her trap! So what if there's some other issue? I've already accepted that he has a mental illness; I can overlook something even bigger.
'What can I do? I love him.
'Besides, both of his painting styles are portraits of me.'
Her mind suddenly jolted. 'Two styles? Two means dual... a dual personality? What does that mean?' That time she asked the doctor if schizophrenia meant being split into two people, the doctor had said that was a symptom of the illness.
'Could it be that this "dual personality" thing means he's *actually* two different people?'
The mere thought of two people taking turns sleeping with her and living with her gave her goosebumps.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
It was a series of urgent knocks.
Cecilia snapped back to reality. "Who is it?"
"Cecilia, it's me!"
