Nobody asked if I had ever hurt anyone; everyone was just focused on their pain.
YUSUF'S POV
With my foot on the pedal, I sped through the streets of Mardin. I had been wandering from street to street since leaving the mansion, trying to erase that scene from my mind and eyes, but it wouldn't fade.
Finally, I called Cüneyt, telling him to prepare the rakı table at our usual place. I parked in front of the establishment and went inside. I sat down next to Cüneyt, who was sipping his rakı at the table as if he were the one whose love had married someone else. I took the glass of rakı he had poured and started drinking. We didn't say a word, either of us, because not only he but all of Mardin knew why I was in this state.
All of Mardin had heard that Boran and Berivan had eloped and gotte
