PART ELEVEN- FORGET ABOUT THE MORNING

“I was his, and he was mine. He was the whole world. In the sound of waves, in the shadow of the streets. I saw him, in the glow of the stars, in the beauty of flowers, only him.”

Sanem stared at Can’s face as he slept. The past two days had proved those words true. He was hers, every version of him and hopefully in every lifetime. She lay back in his arms when a bout of nausea rushed over her.

What was happening to her?

Sanem shot to her feet and ran towards the outhouse but only made it to the bushes next to Can’s prized vegetable garden. At least she contributed to the manure the soil needed to grow those beautiful crops.

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