But I was grateful, later, that it was there when I needed it.

Chapter 10 — The Fragments

I told him I felt a migraine coming on, sudden and blinding, which was not entirely a lie, and I locked myself in the bathroom and sat on the cold edge of the tub, and in that small tiled room, alone, my mind began to do the terrible arithmetic it had been refusing to do for years.

Because now that I was looking, the fragments would not stop coming.