Erhan's quick walk with his long legs took him closer to the doorway into the check-in counter where the last time he beheld Esma; his sight did not even move from the glass door toward the room. However, the officer guarding the entrance stopped him.
"Excuse me, Sir. Can you please show me your passport and ticket?" That question got him stuck where he was with rounded eyes; his lips pinned. He cursed his stupidity of forgetting that important thing. He shook his head, stepped back, and spun around.
Away from the man, he stroked the back of his hair in hopelessness; for the next few seconds, his finger danced on the screen of his phone. The only thing he could do was contact his friend and rely on him to help him find information about Esma's flight.
"I am sorry, Erhan. I have checke
