"Now tell me what's so odd," I asked.
"Well," Karyn replied. "My whole bedroom is different. The furniture, the clothes, everything. It's like someone else lives here and not me."
"Well, what's so wrong with that?" I asked her.
She started to sob again. I wasn't sure why she was so distraught over such a small change. At least, I thought it was a small change. She could just buy new clothes.
"There's a lot wrong with that, Jon. But as bad as that is, it gets worse."
"Worse? How much worse?"
"Well ..."
