Selin had gone to the market with Kerem to stock up the fridge, leaving Murat alone at home with strict instructions: "Don't become visible, don't waste your energy." Murat was sprawled on the living room sofa, savoring his newly acquired transparent form. His body was like glass—light passed through it, though he still had a certain weight to him.
Just then, the door lock turned with a loud clatter. Murat leaped to his feet thinking, "Selin can't be back this fast." But it wasn't Selin who walked in—it was Gönül Hanım, spare key in hand, enormous bag on her arm, wearing the look of someone about to launch a full-scale "cleaning operation."
"Selin? Darling? I'm here! I brought you some olive-oil stuffed grape leaves and köfte!" called Gönül Hanım.
PANIC BUTTON: ACTIVATED
Murat's heart—
