Chapter Two Hundred and Forty
Ahmet's hand remained over her stomach. His thumb moved
slowly across the fabric. Then he stopped.
Completely.
The smile disappeared from his face.
One thought slipped through the warmth in his chest. 'If
Asli isn't my sister...'
His eyes opened.
He lifted his head.
'Then I'm not their son.'
The realization finally struck so hard his hand fell away
from her stomach.
He stared at nothing.
Settimo.
Rosalia.
His breathing changed.
"Asli…"
She looked down at him.
He slowly rose to his feet, but his face had gone pale.
"Wait a fcking minute."
He stepped away from her.
His mind raced.
"No."
He shook his head.
"Then who am I? Who are my parents?"
The question came out barely audible.
He pressed a hand against his forehead.
His entire childhood seemed to rearrange itself in seconds.
Asli let out a breath.
