High-powered, twenty-eight-year-old defense attorney Amanda Travis likes several things: the colour black, lunchtime Spinning classes at the fitness centre on Clematis Street in downtown Palm Beach; her all-white one-bedroom, oceanfront condo; a compliant jury; men whose wives don’t understand them. Some of the things she doesn’t: the colour pink; when the temperature outside her condo’s floor-to-ceiling windows falls below sixty-five degrees; clients who don’t follow her advice; being asked to show I.D. when she goes to a bar; nicknames of any shape or size. Something else Amanda Travis doesn’t like: memories.