She doesn’t know. Stanley wrote it down on the clipboard, digging the pen into the paper. If his assumptions were correct, here was the heart of Multiple Personality Disorder. Her eyes at this moment, no matter what knowledge various other voices had imparted to him this day or any other, were empty of that knowledge. They reflected only the shock he’d seen growing in the last hour, the surge of disbelief at what her vague suspicions had to mean.
