Sharing Burdens
Humor burst to the surface amid my tornado of emotions, and I started giggling. “What? He doesn’t look like a cin at all!” Murat pointed out, defensive. I laughed harder and slumped against my mother’s breast. She wrapped me in her arms, our long-awaited embrace.
“You may call me Lenz, young man. And you are correct. I’m not a cin. I’m a Teuton like your sister.”
“Oh! You’re the same thing as Zehra and Herr Remmi? Why didn’t you tell me that?”
Tears leaked from my eyes as I continued to snicker, my magic retreating into my spirit after an entire day on high alert. My mother began to hum a Turkish lullaby, doubtless sensing my exhaustion. Lenz continued to chat with my brother, noting that he intended to drive in a wide arc on the highways before returning to our home ba
