The Wedding Night...

Having a better understanding of the puzzle...

Dilan had been trying to convince her father in vain. He was determined not to leave. "Dad, like Baran told you earlier, you can fly back for the trial." Her father grabbed her hand. "Don't tire yourself, Dilan. I already made my decision." She insisted. "Think about Ms. Hanife; she won't go unless you do. She needs..." Her words were cut by Ms. Hanife's presence, with Zümrüt close behind. "Mom, please." Her sister pleaded. She turned to look at her daughter. "My mind is not gone yet, Zümrüt. I make the decisions about my life, not you..." Ms. Hanife's face began trembling in anger. "We are staying, and that is final." She began to look around the house and at everybody. And silent tears fell on her face. "If I'm going to forget everything, I want to be in a place I know. Surrounded by people talking the language I talk. The smells, the sounds I grew up with..." The realization of what was to come made her voice tremble. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she focused on Dilan. She saw the turmoil in Ms. Hanife's eyes. She was inclined to feel sorry for the woman, but at the same time, she remembered everything she had experienced and, somehow, couldn't. "You think I deserve this, don't you?" Her words were bitter. Dilan shook her head. "It is not a matter of deserving anything, Ms. Hanife. It is a disease." Her father got up and held his wife's arm. She broke free of him and began screaming. But not to Dilan. She was screaming to life. "This is my punishment, ah!? This is my punishment, and for what? For taking into my family an orphan child. For providing for her and giving her a family. Is that it?"

"Hanife, stop?" Her father was holding onto her. "Wasn't it enough, Seyit? You tell me. Wasn't it enough the years I lived in fear of losing our son? Wasn't it enough the times I remained hungry so they could eat? Wasn't it enough returning home every day with my body aching from working until I would collapse to help you provide for the family? Wasn't all those sacrifices enough?" Her father tried to calm her down. "It is not a punishment, Hanife, like Dilan said, it is a disease." Ms. Hanife got even more furious at his words. "One sin... My only sin was choosing my children over her." She pointed a Dilan. "Mom, please stop. This won't help you." Zümrüt begged her. Ms. Hanife was headed for Dilan, but something made her stop. She was petrified in place. "Don't come near me..." She screamed. Dilan thought she was talking to her momentarily, but she wasn't. Her eyes were focused on something behind her. Dilan turned to look. There was nothing there. But Ms. Hanife continued. "Don't come near me. It was not my fault! What would have you done? Tell me, Ipek, as a mother, wouldn't you have behaved the same way?" Her dad and Cevdet grabbed Ms. Hanife. "Hanife, she is not there. There is no one there." But she wasn't listening. "Stop, stop... Seyit, tell her to leave. I don't want to see her." He exchanged looks with Dilan. "She is gone, Hanife. See? I told her to leave." Ms. Hanife, whose head was buried in her husband's chest, took a look in Dilan's direction. She kept scanning the area. "Seyit, Ipek was there. I saw her. She was..." Ms. Hanife noticed her state and tried to compose herself. "I... I better go inside to rest. Some sleep will do me good."

Baran had left Dilan in her father's house and, after explaining briefly his idea to his wife, set out to the address Okhan had sent him. He had no clue what he was going to say. All he knew was that he needed to make this work. He thought it was the only way to get his uncle out of hiding. "Your destination should be on the left." The GPS voice announced. Baran checked the house number, and he was in the correct place. He parked the truck and took a look around. It was a well-off neighborhood. The house was not a mansion, but it was big enough for a medium size family. He knocked on the door, and a woman answered. The woman was the same as the picture in his friend's file. "Yes?" Baran tried to see if more people were inside, but the woman appeared alone. "Hello, my name is Baran Karabey..." Her eyes opened wide after hearing his name. She recognized it. "Ms. Evin?" The woman looked at him from head to toe. "Why are you looking for me?" Baran didn't know exactly what he wanted from her. But he needed to start by making her trust him. "I have a few things to ask you about your time in Mardin." She knew what he meant. "You mean my connection with your uncle?" Baran nodded. "Hassan Karabey." The woman seemed apprehensive. "You can be sure that I mean you no harm. I just need to know what happened back then. It is vital to me." The woman cleared her throat. "Well, I guess I can't hide any longer." She opened the door for Baran to enter. Looking around, the place was immaculate. The furniture was minimalistic and functional. He searched for family pictures and clues; there was more life in the house besides her, but he found nothing.