In the dead of night, the soft glow of the moon spilled through the curtains, casting a gentle light across the room where Amie lay sleeping. Unaware of the turmoil brewing in the shadows, she drifted in peaceful slumber. Meanwhile, Jonathan, consumed by his obsession with Amie, slipped away to his study, his mind clouded with dark thoughts. He reached for the phone, dialing a number with a sense of urgency. The voice on the other end answered, and Jonathan’s tone was sharp and commanding. “I need you to come over right away,” Jonathan demanded, his voice laced with anger. “Hannah is starting to remember, and I can’t have that.” The person on the other end, a doctor who had been assisting Jonathan in keeping Amie’s memories suppressed, listened attentively, a sense of unease creeping into his voice. “I thought the medication was working,” the doctor replied, his voice tinged with concern. “It was working,” Jonathan snapped, his patience wearing thin. “But she’s starting to remember
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