Kenan’s POVThe morgue was always quiet at this hour.The fluorescent lights above hummed faintly, casting a pale glow across the green-tinted walls and worn black-and-white tiles.The air smelled of disinfectant, copper, and something faintly sour that never seemed to leave, no matter how much bleach the janitors poured down the drains.I pushed open the heavy door, my shoes clicking against the tile.Aylin was already there, standing over the stainless-steel table with her arms folded, her blonde hair pulled into its usual sleek bun.She wore her white coat under a protective apron, gloves snapping against her wrists as she adjusted them.Her sharp eyes flicked up at me, then down again, always focused and professional.“Good morning, forensic doctor Aylin!” I announced, a little louder than necessary. “Did you sleep well?”She rolled her eyes before I even finished.“Really, Kenan? Sleep? With this case on my desk?” She sighed, pulling at the lapels of her coat. “I thought about it
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