AHYAN
I have stopped counting days the normal way. Today isn’t Tuesday. It is my third last day with Nur. Or night, I should say.
On my way to my room, I greet Annem with a hug and get stopped by Zehra. Quickly explaining the math equation to her, I walk to the room.
“Ahyan?”
Annem calls and I turn behind to look at her, hand inches from the door handle.
“Is Nur okay?” She asks in Turkish.
My brows pinch together. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t she be?”
I see her hesitation but she finally caves in, saying, “She hasn’t been eating a lot and she barely comes out of her room. Just take special care of her, okay?”
I nod, smile in gratification and finally turn the door handle. The room is dark, save for the dim light coming from the lamp. Nur’s back is to me and I’m assuming she’s asleep.
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