“Lincoln, that limousine...” I said and pointed to the limousine on the television. “Isn’t that the same to what we used to come here? The day when you located and saved me, remember?”
Lincoln didn't answer, so I looked back at him to confirm. But then, the three straightened on their seats at the same time which made me surprised. What’s happened? Why do they look like they had faced an unanticipated dilemma?
Lincoln was not refusing my gaze but he was looking down as if there was something worth gawking at the floor, worthier than answering my question. Ian, on the other hand, who always had a strong approach to anyone appeared to be stunned on Lincoln's side. Even Florence who was just sitting beside me, smiling a while ago since she had won an argument against Ian suddenly lost the t
