Until I Found You

Part 29

As the session drew to a close, Dr. Yildiz stood up and offered a warm, encouraging smile. "Thank you both for your openness today. I think this was a very productive session. We'll schedule another meeting soon. In the meantime, please continue to communicate openly with each other. I think Kivilcim would like to discuss more things with you."

Omer and Kivilcim stood up. They thanked Dr. Yildiz and made their way to the door.

Once outside, Omer turned to Kivilcim with a thoughtful expression. She was trying to avoid his loving gaze, feeling shy for some reason. "The kids are with my parents for the evening," he said. "I have an appetite for dinner. Are you hungry? We can talk a little if you want."

Kivilcim smiled, feeling a sense of relief and warmth from Omer's words. "Yes... I'm hungry," she replied softly. "And I'd like that. Let's talk."

As Omer and Kivilcim walked to search for a nearby restaurant, they talked, walking close to each other, their hands in their pockets, bumping into each other from time to time as they shared their thoughts and feelings.

Finally, they found a restaurant that was bustling with activity. Omer glanced at the busy interior and said, "This looks promising. Let me see how long it'll take to get a table." He gave her a reassuring smile before heading inside to speak with the host. "I'll be back."

Kivilcim nodded. She waited outside, taking in the cool evening air. She felt a sense of calm as she watched Omer navigate the crowd and engage with the staff. However, her moment of peace was abruptly interrupted when her phone rang with an unknown number.

Curious, she answered the call. "Hello? Hello?" She said. As she was about to end the call, a voice broke the silence, commanding and cold, "Don't hang up."

Kivilcim's blood turned ice cold. She knew that voice all too well.

"K-Kayhan?" Kivilcim said, her voice cracking.

Kivilcim's grip tightened on her phone as she heard the unmistakable, chilling voice. "how did you get this number?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

Kayhan's voice came through with a menacing calm. "I've been watching you, Kivilcim. In ten seconds, a car will be arriving to pick you up. You will get in and you won't make a scene."

Her heart raced as she tried to steady her voice. "I-I am not going anywhere with you."

Kayhan's response was cold and unyielding. "You will, or I will shoot you. Our daughter will never see you again or that man's daughter."

As Kivilcim tried to make sense of the situation, she heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling up. A man in the driver's seat called out, "Kayhan Bey said to get in."

Panic surged through her as she hesitated, her mind racing. She heard Kayhan's voice again, cold and menacing. "Get in the damn car. I can see you standing there. Hurry up."

Tears streamed down her face as she reluctantly watched the car, the man roughly guiding her into the vehicle.

Just then, Omer emerged from the restaurant, his face lighting up. "Kivilcim we're lucky. A table just opened up!" He scanned the area for Kivilcim and his heart sank as he finally spotted her, her eyes filled with terror.

"Omer!" Kivilcim screamed, her voice cracking with desperation.

Omer's eyes widened with horror as he saw her crying. "KIVILCIM!!!!!!" He ran towards her, but the car, now speeding away, was already too far. He sprinted after it, but there was no point—the vehicle was disappearing down the street.

"KIVILCIM!!!" he shouted again, his voice cracking.

Turning back toward the restaurant, Omer's mind raced with possibilities. His heart was beating fast. He began to sweat. He needed to find her, to get her back safely.