THE HEART'S SEAL
They had woken that morning to the weight of the dangerous decisions made at the kitchen table — Kerem had left early to make encrypted calls with the Swiss lawyer, while Murat and Selin had been focused on managing Nuri Bey's expectations while also trying to commit a ghost's past to paper. But life took no notice of plans written on paper; it had its own agenda, its own tremors. When Selin's phone cut through the apartment's silence with its shrill cry, both of them flinched at once. The caller was Füsun Hanım's neighbour. Murat had grabbed the car keys before the call was even over. "Füsun Anne… they've taken her to hospital. Her heart…" Selin managed to say in a trembling voice. All the way there, Murat gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. His own identity worr
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