That night, Asli couldn't stop thinking.
About the breakfast.
About the storm.
About him.
None of it made sense.
"How can someone like him…" she whispered to herself, "…do something kind?"
She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Her mind replayed every moment.
Every word.
Every look.
He was dangerous.
Cruel.
Unpredictable.
And yet…
There were cracks.
Small ones.
But real.
And those cracks…
Were enough to confuse her completely.