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 a point, I'd barely left the apartment in days. "What kind of comfortable clothes?" I asked suspiciously.
"Jeans, sneakers, somethi
