DILAN'S POV
For as long as I could remember, we had been living in the Xozan mansion. Even though my mother was a housemaid, the Xozans treated me as one of their daughters. My mother, Ayşe Akça, had been working at the Xozan mansion since her youth. When my aunt was diagnosed with cancer, she went to be with her for three months, leaving me in the care of Uncle Agir and Aunt Jiyan. Uncle Agir never distinguished me from Berfin. He took care of all my needs. But no matter what, he wasn't like my father. After my father died, I never found the same tenderness in anyone else. I knew I couldn't.
After what happened in the courtyard that day, my conscience wouldn't let me rest. I had caused the death of an unborn soul.
That day, the hospital felt like a grave for both the unborn baby and me
