"Yara….how could that be?" Mrs. Ozkan's voice raised, not believing in the fact she heard. She complained as soon as she sat in the back seat of her car with Yara next to her. That woman rubbed her smooth and soft face from nothing, simply washing her panic away.
"I'm sorry." Her cry slowly shattered under the smother of her palm. Her head bent, embarrassed at herself.
"Stop crying; that won't solve the problem. Who did it to you?" Her question cut her deeper; telling her the truth of her one-night stand might ignite her outage more.
"I can't tell you that." Her horde voice faltered, racing with her sobs.
"Why? Why is it hard for you to mention his name?" That woman's face had burned red in wrath; she seemed to have lost her patience for Yara's prolixity.
"Please…Mom…give me space."
