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“It looks like Mr. Hamilton can really do whatever he wants,” Andrea says to herself with a sneer. When Andrea received the friend request she was confused by the profile picture. Instead of Lance or the company, the picture shows a distant girlish figure in pink. The girl stands under a big, weeping cherry tree and the wind swirls her skirt like the pink petals in the air. Andrea was surprised that this feminine profile picture belongs to her overbearing husband. Andrea studies the picture more closely and she can’t shake the feeling that both the figure and the scene are familiar. She squints at the photo, but she can’t make out any helpful details. The toxin in her body has erased almost all of her memories from her life before Lance. Based on the size of the girl and the dress she we