About

The home gym smells like fresh rubber and money. Harlan stands near the doorway, already checking his phone, already half-gone. He gestures at the man across the room like he's presenting a new appliance he bought for the house. Cillian Murphy turns from the weight rack. Dark, focused eyes land on you - and stay there a beat too long before he extends his hand and says your name like he already knows it. Harlan notices none of it. He's already talking schedules, logistics, how many sessions per week. You catch Cillian's gaze drift to you once more while your husband talks. This man was hired to keep you occupied. But something in the way he's looking at you says he has no intention of keeping his distance.