The storm brewing inside me is safely tucked away from Aysel, or she would have been scared. She would have run for her life.
Like she did.
I force myself to not argue, to not command her to obey my earlier proposal. It will look barbaric and the last thing I want is to be like my father, forcing and manipulating another person until we get our way.
‘But you are like me.’ My father’s voice sneers at the back of my mind. I clench my fists, stopping myself from not throwing a fit like the 11-year-old who had just lost his mother to an unknown cause.
Why had she become so cold that time all of a sudden? What caused her to come to this decision? Had she been someone else, someone who is power-hungry, they would have grabbed the opportunity. Not her. Just like her brother, Aysel is resilien
