Esma's teary eyes looked down at the road from the window of the hotel room she was staying in. Her heart ached, hearing the unexpected bad news about her mother who was sick.
"What should I do now?" Her hand swiped the curtain close and turned her back to the window.
Her gaze stuck on the ceiling above her in confusion. This grand fresh freezing fully-furnished hotel room with a fridge full of food could not cool and soothe her at all.
Exhausted with her thoughts, Esma walked to the extravagant completely white bed in the center of the room and sat at the bedside with her cell phone in her hand, thinking of whether to call her mother or not. Going back to that mansion was impossible for her; she was no longer a part of them. However, her desire to meet her mother loaded the whole spa
