Manolya’s POVThe rest of the drive passed in a heavy, merciful silence.When the sedan finally idled outside the wrought-iron gates of our family estate, I turned to her with a tight, grateful nod. “Thank you for the ride. Truly.”“Take care of yourself, the pleasure was mine,” she replied softly. “Wash away the dirt, and get some rest.”I stepped out of the car, my muscles stiff and aching with every movement, and pressed the buzzer at the front gates.The lock clicked open, and I dragged my feet up the paved walkway toward the heavy timber doors.Before I could even reach for my key, the door swung wide.Ayla, our loyal housemaid, stood in the threshold, holding a woven basket lines with fresh supplies. “Manolya, honey, I was just on my way out to see your father at the hospital…”The words died in her throat the exact second her eyes focused on my face.The basket slipped slightly in her grip, her breath hitching in pure, unadulterated shock.My swollen eyes were red and puffy, my
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