Botan didn't come home that night. He wasn't present during the day either. He usually wasn't home during the day. Normally, he would engage in smuggling again, but now the birth was near. He might not love me, but he still loved our daughter. He came for dinner anyway. After tea, he went up to the room. I followed him. If I had stayed, it would have drawn attention. The last thing I wanted right now was to endure my mother-in-law's snide remarks. I never considered being disrespectful to her. Not because she deserved respect. It wouldn't suit me. After all, she was older than me. She was once someone's daughter. Then she became Ferzan Karahanlı's wife.
While I was wondering how I would be a mother, whether I could be enough for my child, she was a mother of two at my age. A mother who wa
