Esma's eyes cast aside, avoiding her blurred-with-tears imploring gaze. Her heart ached, realizing that her fate demanded her sacrifice again. But her common sense refused whatever pushed her to the cliff of suffering.
"It is not something I can decide," she mumbled in a frigid tone while tugging herself from the bed; her face looked at the blank wall, instead of Yara's helpless figure.
"Esma….it's only you, my hope. I can't ruin Ozkan's name, your parents' name, the ones who have raised you since a baby."
Esma's palms drew to her ears and covered them from the plea Yara's mouthpiece made that she didn't get the whole information she murmured. She should not let Yara's mourned hopeless reverberating words control her in making a decision.
"Yara….I think you better rest; I have someth
