The Wren:Chapter 10.2-Rana

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However, the atmosphere in the house was heavy with an unspoken

presence. I knew he was there.

That evening, I walked into the garden, drawn to the spot where I had

once overheard the secret of the "Yellow Flower." Suddenly, a shadow

moved near the fountain. It was Kâmuran. He looked older, his face

marked by the passage of time and, perhaps, by a lingering regret.

When our eyes met, the silence between us was louder than any

conversation we could have had.

"Feride?" he whispered, his voice trembling with an emotion I couldn't

quite define. "Is it truly you, or is the garden playing tricks on me

again?"