In the morning, Stella Lockwood was woken by her alarm. She opened her eyes to find herself in her bedroom at Vista Palace. It was nine a.m., and Sean Quinn was already gone.
A note on a sheet of A4 paper was on the nightstand: "My dear wife, I've gone to work. I saw your schedule and since you have the morning free, I set your alarm for nine. Remember to eat breakfast when you get up. I've left Philip Lefevre behind to teach you some self-defense. I have a feeling if I tried to teach you, we'd get... sidetracked. Philip is an excellent fighter, so you can learn a thing or two from him... Your loving husband, Sean Quinn..."
A smile touched Stella Lockwood's lips as she read, her mind drifting back to the previous night.
