"Yara….what are you talking about?" Mr. Ozkan stepped closer to Yara whose eyes brimmed with tears. That girl's mouth muted as if it lost its ability to speak.
Mrs. Ozkan's hand reached her palm with her begging eyes moving up at her; her voice shook, trying to persuade her to stay. "You won't go anywhere, will you? This is your house. Please tell me what bothers you living here."
No longer able to see the woeful countenance of the woman whimpering beside her, Yara threw her gaze away, hiding her true feelings in that situation. It was acting but she felt it like a real one; her heart wailed, hurt to see that woman's depressed expression.
Yara gave up, plunging her butt onto the sofa; her neck curved, hiding her orbs drowned in her tears. Why was it her, the one who fell into the trap
