The room seemed to spin as I clutched the phone tighter. My heart pounded in my chest, and my throat went dry. That phone call was a turning point in my life, and I didn’t know it yet.
“Who is this?” I managed to ask, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and curiosity.
The voice on the other end was calm, yet carried an undertone of urgency. “Please, just come to the gallery on Saturday. You owe it to yourself — and to him.”
