Chapter 97 —Because sometimes, Dad... love isn't forever.

Narrator:

The morning dragged on unbearably slowly in that silent house. Aylin came down the stairs barefoot, a cup of coffee in her hands and a lost expression on her face, her hair tied back haphazardly and a baggy sweatshirt hanging over one of her shoulders. She hadn't turned on the music. She hadn't turned on the television. Only the faint drip of the faucet in the kitchen and the ticking of the clock marked the passage of time.

Ayli