Gidiyom Emanetim: Nurhan Iner Ben

Nurhan didn't turn her head, but he saw her jaw tighten. "You're quitting."

He turned off the ignition. The sudden silence in the dark alleyway was suffocating. Nurhan Iner Ben Gidiyom Emanetim

The static on the radio cut out, leaving nothing but the heavy rhythm of the falling rain against the windshield. Inside the car, the air smelled of old leather and cold coffee. Nurhan didn't turn her head, but he saw her jaw tighten