Roxxane's POV
The driver stops, indicating our arrival at Canan’s house.
Canan alights from the car, embracing the welcoming atmosphere around him.
“Home sweet home. It feels so good to be back home.”
I'm still in the car, feeling a terrible surge of nervousness through my spine.
I've never been this nervous about meeting new people. Then again, I don't exactly make a habit of relating to others, so maybe I shouldn't be surprised.
What am I even doing here? This was a mistake. Coming here, pretending I could just waltz into someone else's family like I belong. Like I'm not carrying my father's name like a curse.
Canan's waiting, his hand on the door handle. But my body won't move. My chest feels tight. Too tight. Like the air in here is running out.
What if they see right throug
