AHYAN
I donned the most formal clothes I own, that, as I look at myself in the mirror, feel ridiculous. The tie will choke me any second and I keep wondering how long I’d have to keep this crisp white shirt tucked in like I’m a high school boy. Just as I grab my black coat from the chair, the door bursts open.
I don’t even have to look up to know who it would be. Only Nur can barge into the room and quietly stare. Or glare. I don’t want to find out.
It is has been two weeks since we came to Istanbul and the bakery has started doing well again. After putting aside the money for my family, there was only very little left for what I had to do.
Still, I had savings and I’m using those to help my father out. Today, I’m meeting up with the lawyer to show him all the evidence I have collected
