Sorry, but I kinda loved this one.
Smithereens is overlong, tiresome, and I’d say meandering but like its hero it reaches a destination within half an hour and just sits in place waiting for something dramatic to happen. And then it does and it’s not worth the wait at all.
It’s easier sharing a body when the one you’re offering isn’t really yours. I’ve known this ever since I was a fourteen, pretending to be an adult woman to have cybersex on anonymous websites. Back when the internet was slow and those spaces still felt illicit folks were less picky about confirmation. I think they mostly liked being found desirable.