Right after the end of the second world war, at age 22, Kiraz Aznavour is faced with a shocking revelation on her mother's death bed : she was adopted.
Follow the young girl in her journey to discover the truth about her biological parents, an impos...
It's me again, not with a new chapter but a sneak peak of Part IV :)
Part III still has some solid chapters to go, but here are little crumbs of the next part of the story to help you get through the most painful chapters of Part III.
And here's with all the spoilers it implies, our protagonists in 1945.
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Serkan had spoken to her about Paris for years, and she had dreamed about it for years too. They had imagined a future here. But as Eda arrived in Paris, all she felt was cold and sorrow.
The city overwhelmed her, engulfed her. It was in many ways, similar to Constantinople. Places she never wanted to hear about again. Maybe everything was just teribly grey and dislikable without her Serkan ? Life itself.
Eda wasn't thirty yet, but she already felt so old. She wondered how many years she would live. When would she die ? Life without Serkan and without her little daughter was too hard.
As she looked for ghosts of him, in places and streets he had mentionned and frequented, all Eda felt was pain. A burning itch in her skin that wouldn't leave. Within these four years, her vision had degraded a lot.
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Kiraz closed her eyes, giving in to the sun's intense rays. A flowery scent filled her as she felt soft digits brush over her. But they never really touched her, simply brushed above her skin.
Was that...Eda Yıldız ? Her mother ?
Her voice faded, giggles echoing and Kiraz blinked, fighting the sun, she got a glimpse of dimples, and the most beautiful and radiant smile she had ever seen, almost its own sunshine.
She felt lips against her forehead, the gentle kiss sending a rush of warmth and love to her core.
"My sweet beautiful baby girl.." She heard the voice chant again, and Kiraz wanted to hear her voice properly, to see her.
