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With Lance’s support, Leonie doesn’t need Andrea’s consent. She has full confidence she’ll find the pills—she saw Andrea put them in her pocket. She’s eager to humiliate Andrea and take revenge. Leonie feels the warmth of Andrea’s skin through her pocket. The smooth silk of the pajamas is wet and and cold against her fingers, but Leonie doesn’t feel the hard bump of the pill bottle. She looks at the pocket; it’s lying flat against Andrea’s body, but the pills should be causing a visible lump. Leonie is confused and checks again, but she finds nothing. “How could is this possible? I clearly saw Andrea put the pills in this pocket,” Leonie thinks, “Did I see wrong?” Determined, Leonie reaches for the other pocket but finds nothing; she’s starting to feel flustered. “That’s i