"Foreman Lynch, where did you get these tickets from?"
Foreman Chandler glanced at them briefly, they were all front row seats in the inner section, the kind you can't buy now even if you wanted to.
Thea Lynch made a sound, "Let me make a call and find out."
She had a hunch that this definitely had something to do with Ian Preston.
However, it seemed like from last night until now, she hadn't mentioned wanting to go to a concert to him.
Last night, shortly after getting into the car, she fell asleep. But because the distance was quite close, she woke up upon arrival. Then, in a daze, she followed Ian upstairs and went home to rest.
There wasn't much communication throughout.
How did he know...
Hiss.
Thea abruptly halted the motion of dialing the phone.
Last night, Ian heard her singing.
He hadn't mentioned it afterward, and she had forgotten about it.
He really heard it!!!
Thea took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she pressed the call button.
