POV DEFNE The first thing I noticed was the blood on my blouse. It was not much, just a thin red stain near the collar where my lower lip had split, but against the white silk it looked obscene, impossible to hide. I pressed two fingers to my mouth, tasted iron, and kept walking across the underground parking lot of Sahenk Tower as if my legs were not trembling inside my cheap heels. My phone vibrated again in my hand. Unknown Number. I did not need to answer to know who it was. Berat had called twelve times since I left the accounting floor, and each time I ignored him, the messages became uglier. Pick up, Defne. Then: You don’t get to disappear from me. And the last one, the one that had made me leave the elevator on the wrong floor because my vision blurred for a second: I found out where you work late. The parking lot was almost empty at that hour, nothing but polished black cars, concrete pillars, and the cold fluorescent lights that made everything look sickly and expe
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