Inside the car heading to their house, Esma sat without words on the passenger seat with her eyes looking out of the car's window. Sadness colored her face white; her brown eyes reflected discomfort and woes. One of her hands clutched her bag, releasing the distress she felt crawling into her heart after her talk with Yara.
Having lived only with Erhan for the last two years showered her with peace. She wanted nothing but to keep in her bubble, with only Erhan in the circle of destiny; she desired no intruder knocking on the door of their world. Would Yara's existence rekindle all those flames of dispute she managed to extinguish?
Through the rearview mirror, Erhan observed his wife and spotted the tears inside his wife's eyes that she tried not to stream down to her cheeks. He had no
