AHYAN
Once I’ve dropped off Nur after making a lame excuse about going to the grocery store, I swerve the car in the opposite direction of the house.
My intentions aren’t pure; my decision reckless. But one trait I can’t easily let go of, is violence. And no, I’m not going to hunt my uncle down and kill him. That punishment is too less for him.
He broke our family and because of him, Ela doesn’t have a father who can love her in the way only fathers can. Because of him, my mother cries herself to sleep every night. Alara and I try to keep all of us together but it’s only because we’re hoping Baba would return soon.
I don’t know if I can watch my family this way; falling apart slowly. Ela hasn’t ever seen the house we used to live in and Zeynep and Zehra barely remember.
I didn’t go
