TRUST

The biting pain of abandonment struck Sanem again, a cruel echo of Can's goodbye. Just thirty seconds after he walked out of her life, out of the hospital, the icy grip of reality set in. She should have taken his hand. She should have walked with him. But now, he was gone, his phone off, leaving her stranded in the cold hallway, tears a hot stream down her face.
"Sanem, why would you even think that about Can?" Leyla's voice cut through the haze of grief. "I know that he hurt Yigit but do you really think he would hurt you? We don't even know what really happened? Why was Yigit at the mountain hut?"
Sanem recounted the story, her voice hollow. She had taken Yigit there, needing to know if Can was okay with her publishing their love story. Yigit had insisted on coming, saying he needed to know as soon as possible. "Ah, Sanem," Leyla sighed, a familiar weariness in her tone, "I thought you would have learned not to take anyone else to the hut after Polen."