Time went by fast, though to Fatih, it felt like a crawl that couldn't go by fast enough, and before long, the week for his final karting race finally arrived. He found himself at the airport on Tuesday, waiting to board the plane, having arrived a few hours earlier than their departure time.
Like many older people afraid of arriving at the airport late and missing their plane, his grandmother was one of them, waking them up and making them start their preparations eight hours before departure. His mother seemed to have no power to argue against it.
She had been feeling down since the start of the week, and despite Fatih's constant probing, he had failed to discover the reason. There was nothing he could connect her mood to; it wasn't like he'd had a fight with Burak or anything like that.
