Nurhan Iner Ben: Gidiyom Emanetim

he began, his voice cutting through the storm. He didn't need to finish the sentence.

Without waiting for her reply, Demir turned and walked into the shadows of the foggy street, leaving his legacy entirely in her hands. Nurhan Iner Ben Gidiyom Emanetim

Demir gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He looked at the woman sitting in the passenger seat. Nurhan. She was staring out at the flashing neon lights of the city, her face unreadable, her silence louder than any scream. She was the only one who knew the truth. The only one who could finish what they had started. he began, his voice cutting through the storm

He turned off the ignition. The sudden silence in the dark alleyway was suffocating. her face unreadable