Erhan's shoes shove through the stairs in a rush as if racing with time; his eyes occasionally peeked at his wristwatch. Worries clouded over his face for he had heard nothing about Esma since yesterday. The fact that her phone was out of reach unnerved him more.
In no time, he reached the living room still with his concern of Esma piling in his head; his eyes met nothingness there. No one greeted him but the silent sofa and tables standing inside the quietness of the atmosphere. It was no wonder that his family members had left the house at this hour.
His feet directly carried him outside. Running toward his car, Erhan climbed into it in a flash, ignoring his driver who called his name and chased him. That lanky man only gave up on his attempt to go after him once he saw the waving hand
