Across the table, leaned in, his voice a gravelly whisper. "How long are you going to keep it in, brother? That fire is going to burn you from the inside out."
Burak didn't look up. "Some things are meant to be carried alone," he replied. "If I let it out, it becomes real. As long as it’s buried, it’s just a ghost." Across the table, leaned in, his voice a gravelly whisper
"You think you’re being strong by staying silent," Ebru said, her voice rich and resonant. "But 'İçime Ata Ata'—throwing it all inside—is just a slow way to drown. You’re building a dam against a river that’s already overflown." Across the table