CLAIRE

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. It was early, maybe six in the morning. Julian was already up, in the shower, getting ready for work.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, squinting at the screen. Blake.

I almost didn't answer, but Blake never called this early unless something was important. "Hello?" I said, my voice still rough with sleep.

"Good morning, beautiful," Blake's voice came through, bright and cheerful. "How's my favorite person doing?"

"Blake, it's six in the morning," I replied, sitting up slightly.

"I know," he said. "But I wanted to catch you before your day got crazy. Tell me you're...