Mind Games and the Edge of Madness
Gönül Hanım’s decision was firm: “Even the crows would laugh at that mouse story, Selin! You’re literally talking to empty space, breaking things. Either I take you to a spiritual healer or to one of those famous psychologists!” When Selin looked at her mother’s determined face, she realized there was no escape. If she resisted, Gönül Hanım would gather the entire neighborhood and treat her as if she’d lost her mind. The next morning, Selin found herself in the waiting room of a luxurious clinic. In the seat beside her, wearing his usual semi-transparent shirt, sat Murat. He seemed to be enjoying himself as if he’d come to watch a movie—legs crossed, surveying the surroundings. “I think you should tell him everything, Selin,” Murat said mockingly. His voice was like the soft rustle wind
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