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The bright sunshine warms Andrea’s skin, but she can’t shake the terrible gloomy feeling. Sophie’s words have left her afraid and confused. She wishes she could tell someone, but there’s no one who knows about the toxin in her blood. Her ringing phone distracts her from her dark thoughts. She glances down at the screen and sees Lance’s name. She tries to decide if she wants to answer the call or not. She doesn’t want to upset Lance, but she’s worried she won’t be able to hide her bad mood. With a sigh, she accepts the call. “Have you finished meeting with Sophie?” Lance asks. “Yes,” Andrea answers. “You sound unhappy,” he says. “What happened?” “It’s nothing, I’m just a little sad,” Andrea says. Lance sighs on the other end of the phone. Andrea wants to tell him everything, but she k