In another language, a language which a girl like me had no way to know, the word ‘min’ translates as sun. Adan called me Min – a sun because, in the cold dark place where we lived, I was the only thing that was still able to warm his days. It is weird how this memory came to me so easily. I had no idea where that cold place was, but I clearly remembered how it felt being there – the fear, the loneliness, the pain, the lost hope… and the only person in the entire world who knew what it was. The only one whose sorrow was deeper than mine.
“Adan?” I heard the word leaving my lips again.
In the shadows of the narrow street we had somehow walked to, he could not see my pale face. There was no way he knew something was wrong with me and so, he would continue blaming me. But did he have the ri
