Manolya’s POVThe river stretched out ahead, its surface catching the morning light. I looked at the water, then back at the road, my head spinning with that voice. Was it a warning or a trap? I couldn’t tell, but something in my gut said it wasn’t lying.“Watch your step,” Kenan muttered, taking the lead. He had that rugged, distant look on his face again, the one he used to keep the world away.“We’ll be fine, Kenan,” I said, trying to break the silence as we reached the small riverside restaurant.The owner, a portly man with a thick accent, blocked the entrance. “We aren’t open. Go away.”Kenan didn’t blink. He just flipped his badge open. The man’s face fell, and he stepped aside with a grumble. “Fine. Look around. There is nothing to see.”We walked out onto the seating area overlooking the water. It was peaceful and serene. I scanned the reeds, the horizon and the ever changing currents. Nothing.Just a pair of white swans gliding by.“Is this where you’re taking your wife toni
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