AFTER THE STORM
It was five in the morning. Atlas was gone, his team was gone, the mansion was quiet again. Selin was sitting in the kitchen. In front of her a glass of water, her hands flat on the table, her eyes looking at nothing. From the baby monitor came the steady sound of his breathing — little Murat still sleeping, knowing nothing. Mert came in. His arm was still bandaged but the wound had closed. Selin looked at him. He looked at her. They said nothing. Mert came and sat across from her. A long silence. After the Storm, Before the Next One "Are you afraid?" said Selin at last. Mert thought about it. "No." "Don't lie." A pause. "A little." He looked at his hands. "But not of Atlas. Atlas is gone. If others come, we'll deal with them." He stopped. "I'm afraid of you. For you." Selin drank
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