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Part 9

Sonmez: And leave your crazy sister alone here?

Alev is heard in the background whining.

Kıvılcım: Okay anne , I'll pick you up in the afternoon. We can go get lunch.

Sonmez: Is Metehan coming?

Kıvılcım: Metehan works during the day and hangs out with friends during the night, I barely see him. His a grown man now. It will just be us anne.

Sonmez sulking.

Sonmez: Okay, I'll call him too and let him know I miss him... Okay I'll be waiting for you. (alev start grabbing the phone from her mother) Your crazy sister wants to talk to you, see you.

Alev walks to the corridor with the phone.

Alev: Ablacim? Maybe I should come stay at your house for a few days. Your mother is driving me crazy. And Sevilay is here. Please, I miss you.

Kıvılcım knows Alev usually wants to stay with her when she planning to go out partying.

Kıvılcım: I know you pretty well Alev but come, you're always welcome.

Alev: I love you so much. See you soon. Bye bye.

Kıvılcım hangs up the phone.

She walks to her dresser and start taking off her jewelry. As she reaches for her jewelry box on the dresser, her elbow accidentally hits a framed photo. It crashes to the floor with a sharp crack.

She freezes.

Slowly, she kneels, picking up the fallen frame. A photograph stares back at her: Aslan, her late husband, his arm around her shoulders, and a younger Metehan grinning beside them. The glass has splintered, cutting across Aslan's smile like a cruel reminder.

Kıvılcım's throat tightens. Her hands tremble as she sits on the edge of the bed, the frame clutched against her chest. The memories she's spent years burying rush forward, Aslan's voice, his laughter, the day she lost him, the promises left unfulfilled.

Tears slip down her cheeks before she can stop them. She sets the frame down carefully, but guilt coils around her ribs like a vise. She feels as if she's betraying him. Betraying the family they once were. Her sobs grow silent.

She wipes her tears, grabs her phone, and stares at Ömer's name glowing on the screen. Her finger hovers over the call button, then...

She texts instead: Ömer... I can't make it tonight. Something came up. Please tell Mavi I'm sorry. I'll call her tomorrow.

She sets the phone face down, curls onto the bed fully dressed, and stares at the ceiling as more tears spill.

Ömer Home

Ömer is setting the table, Mavi humming happily nearby. His phone buzzes. He picks it up, reads the message, and his jaw tightens.

He stares at the text for a long moment, expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he puts the phone down, his mind spinning. He needs to tell Mavi and he knows she's not going to be happy.

Ömer (whispering): Ah I knew this was going to happen.

He walks to Mavi and sits with her on the couch.

Ömer: Mavi...

Mavi: Yes baba?

She looks at Ömer, with a sweet expression.

Ömer: Kıvılcım abla can't make it for dinner.

Mavi's facial expression change into sadness.

Mavi: Why?