Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty
The room remained silent.
Asli hadn't moved from the floor. She sat with her back against the bed, one hand still resting over her stomach.
This time around, not protectively anymore.
Just…
There.
As if she no longer knew what to do with it. Her eyes stared ahead without seeing anything. The tears had stopped. Perhaps she'd run out. Or perhaps the pain had become too heavy even for tears. She was grateful Cole didn't comfort her or speak. She needed to grieve this once.
Minutes passed before she finally spoke.
"Cole." Her voice was hoarse.
He looked at her immediately.
"Prepare the car."
His brows drew together.
She slowly pushed herself to her feet. The movement was clumsy. Her legs threatened to give way again, but she caught herself against the edge of the bed.
She knew she couldn't drive. Not like this. Not when her hands were still shaking. Not when every time she blinked she saw Ahmet's face and the abomination they'd done.
