10. The devil wears silk.
Defne.
It’s mortifying that seeing my father doesn’t bring me even the slightest hint of joy. On the contrary, what I feel is a crushing sadness and fear; a paralyzing dread when I imagine the reason why he’s here.
Slowly, I leave my bag on the coat rack behind the door before facing him again.
It’s shocking to see his eyes, identical to mine. Knowing that a part of me belongs to him is something I’ve had to deal with my entire life. I don’t like it. If it were up to me, I’d rip out the DNA we share with my own hands just to erase his existence from my life completely.
“I’ve been hearing some rather… unsettling rumors, Defne.”
I sit down on the couch beside him, my body stiff as I turn to say:
“I don’t know what rumors you’re talking about. I’ve done exactl
