Chapter 11 / Part One

Habbab

I don't say a single word on the way home until I realize we're going off course, we're not going to the old Arslan mansion.

"Hey!" I catch the eye of the driver my grandmother has sent. "Where are you taking me, why didn't you take the road to the mansion?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, but your grandmother has asked me to take you to the cemetery, she'll be waiting for you there."

Of course, after so many years away from her son, my grandmother would want to go visit him. My parents died when I was eight, it's been twenty-two years since we left town. I returned under another name, to a hotel, as an outsider, part of the plan was to return to our home, to the Arslan mansion, which had been closed all this time. Now that the vendetta towards the Erdoğan was over, we could return, and be a real family. I breathed, relieved, it was over and I could save Melek from the fire that was going to rain down on her head.

I got out of the car and walked to my parents' grave, my grandmother was there,