Upon those words of the North,S. all the color on my husband’s Flood’s face was drawn. When the little boy pulled an old, doubled photo out of his pocket, the Flood fell on his knees and couldn’t hold back his tears.
I was frozen where I was when I saw the date on the back of the photo.
That date was three months after the day we married the Flood.
My husband was in the photo. And next to him was a young woman I’d never seen before. The woman’s belly was clearly swollen. The Flood put one hand on his shoulder, holding his stomach with the other hand.Find Community
My throat’s tied.
“Tufan, explain this photo to me right now!”
My husband didn’t lift his head.
In fear of the northern, he hid behind Idil. My daughter held her friend’s hand, trying to figure out what happened.
