The cellphone was placed discreetly on the counter before Isaac as he gradually lifted a spoonful of raisin grain to his mouth. He bit absently, scarcely tasting the cereal, gazing vacantly at the telephone. Had Cristian truly called him the previous evening? Or then again had everything been a fantasy? However, he had checked and yet again actually look at his approaching calls, guaranteeing himself it hadn't been in his creative mind. Cristian had settled on the decision.
He needed to have gotten my number from my father. Regardless of whether Ashly had it, which he questioned, he didn't see Cristian asking her for it. What excuse had Cristian given his father, to get his number? He wouldn't have revealed to him whatever would send up any warnings, Isaac was sure of that. So his explan
