Manolya’s POVI jolted awake, my breath stuck in my throat. Dad’s voice carried through the wall, heavy with guilt.“Rüya… Rüya…”His words trembled, twisting something deep inside me. It was always like this when that dream haunted him, a desperate plea, like he was fighting a battle he’d already lost.Mom’s name hung in the air, a ghost that hollowed me out every time.I sat up, pressing my back against the white headboard of my bed. As I sat up, the plush rug brushed soft under my feet, but a chill snaked through me. “Aziz,” I whispered, glancing at my black cat perched on the windowsill. His yellow eyes glowed in the dark, steady and calm.“He’s at it again, isn’t he?” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Aziz purred low, a rumbling comfort, tilting his head like he understood, really understood, in a way no one else did. “What am I supposed to do, huh?” I muttered, reaching out to stroke his soft fur. “Dad won’t let me in. He never does…”Aziz meowed softly, nudging my hand, a
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