I remained silent for a few seconds and my brow furrowed almost automatically. I looked at Vincent, who was already looking at me curiously.
The conversation with Vincent came to my mind and a chill ran through my body.
"How did he get my number?" I asked after a long silence where only my breathing could be heard.
"It doesn't matter. I'm calling to invite you to lunch, I would like to talk to you." He said. I could tell that he still had difficulty speaking clearly, but I could understand him perfectly.
I pondered for a moment if it was a good idea to accept his invitation, and although I had many doubts that I would like to clarify, we had nothing to talk about except my identity, but he gave me his word that he wouldn't say anything to anyone.
After suspecting that I made a mistake
