"I am going downstairs for a bit, maybe an hour at the gym."
Julian’s voice drifted from the bedroom doorway. Claire, sitting on the edge of the bed, pretended to be occupied with her phone. She looked up to see her husband dressed in a sleeveless black workout shirt that highlighted his powerful biceps. A gym bag was slung over his shoulder.
"Oh, alright. I will probably read for a while and then go to sleep," Claire replied, keeping her tone as flat as possible.
Julian gave a brief nod. "Do not forget to lock the balcony door. I am leaving now."
The moment the front door closed and the electronic lock clicked into place, Claire sprang from the bed. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a drum. This was the chance she had been waiting for. One hour was more than enough time if she
