Chapter 172

Murat found himself unable to do anything. The weight of his mother’s letter, the warmth of his newfound siblings, and the regret of wasted years sat heavily on his chest. He found himself wandering back into the room his mother had prepared for him, fingers tracing over the photographs and childhood belongings she had preserved.

Ayleen was fast asleep on the bed. She was feeling dizzy and Murat had to forcefully ask her to rest.

Slowly, he sat on the floor, his back against the bed, staring at an old stuffed toy, one of his childhood favorites. His expression was unreadable, but the faint tremble in his hands told he was barely holding himself together.

Just when he thought, life was beginning to forgive him, it pulled him back into an unforgiving abyss.

A soft knock at the door startled him.

He sighed and when he opened it, Mahir stood on the other side, hands in his pockets, looking slightly unsure of himself.

“Meena and I were planning to visi