CLAIRE

The next morning, I woke up to Julian already dressed and looking determined. "Get up," he said, pulling open the curtains.

I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head. "No," I mumbled. "It's too early."

"It's nine AM," Julian replied, pulling the blanket back. "And we're going out."

I sat up, confused. "Where?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," Julian said. "But you need to get dressed, comfortable clothes, nothing fancy."

"Julian..." I started.

"No arguments," he interrupted. "You've been cooped up in this penthouse since the attack, you need to get out, actually get out and do something that isn't work or interviews or police statements."

He had...