The devil wears silk.
Defne.
It is mortifying that seeing my father does not bring me a shred of joy. On the contrary, I feel a desperate sadness and fear, a paralyzing fear of knowing why he is here.
Slowly, I drop my bag on the coat rack behind my door before turning to face him.
It's shocking to see his eyes, identical to mine. And it's just knowing that a part of me is his, it's something that throughout my life I've had to deal with. I don't like it. If it were up to me, I would rip out the DNA of him in me myself to completely erase his existence from my life.
"Some rather... disturbing rumors have reached me, Defne."
I sit down on the couch next to his, my body stiff as I turn to tell him: "I don't know what the rumors might be, since I've done exactly what you asked me to do.
