Chapter 27

Murat’s POV

I am Murat Yildiz Khan, the person who saw his family withering away day by day. I saw my once bright eyes start getting hollow; there wasn’t the same brightness in them. The happiness that adorned my once young and fresh face, the heartiness that decorated my features, was fading. My father wasn’t the same person either; it was as if someone had sucked the life out of his body.

Wasn’t it true that person was none other than my mother? I started getting concerned for my father, but he shrugged it off, saying that he was growing old. I refused to believe that. How can you grow ten years older within the span of three years?

The empty look on his face on different occasions, the tears that stained his face when he thought no one was looking at him— but I did, because I would go searching for him at nighttime when I could not find him in the room sleeping next to me. I used to find him in the garden, looking at the sky with a painful expression and