Faruk’s POV
I stood in the silence of my study, the weight of Sasha’s words still hanging heavily in the air. I wanted to follow her, to make her understand, but the way she had stormed out—the fire in her eyes, the pain etched into every word—told me that nothing I was going to say would reach her right now. I ran a hand through my hair, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Just when I thought I was getting through to her, slowly prying away the iron cage she locked herself in I'd always find myself back at the beginning.
Matilda appeared in the doorway, her presence calm but knowing. She didn’t need to say a word to understand the situation—she had probably heard Sasha’s voice from across the house.
“She’s upset,” Matilda said softly,
