CLOSER TO HOME~CLAIRE'S POV~The morning sun hit the sheets, but the other side of the bed was already cold. Panic, quick and instant, spiked in my chest. I sat up, heart hammering, looking for a note, a sign, anything. Had he left for Mexico without me? Had he broken his promise already?Then I saw it. A piece of paper on the nightstand.'Gone to the office to sign the transfer papers with Rick. Back in an hour. Pack your bags, angel. We're wheels up at noon.'I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, clutching the note to my chest. He hadn't left me. He was just tying up loose ends so we could leave together.But the fear didn't fully fade. The text message from last night replay in my head: 'Next time, the fire will be closer to home.'I couldn't just sit around and wait. I needed to move. To burn off this nervous energy before I exploded. I changed into leggings and a sports bra and headed down to Alexander's home gym. It was state-of-the-art, of course. Heavy bags, weights
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