They all lost their meaning.
“Do you have a son?”
The Flood nods.
“I didn’t know you were.”
I laughed with anger.
“You’re holding the woman’s stomach in the photo, but you didn’t know it?”
“Zehra, please listen to me.”
“I’m listening!”
He took a deep breath.
“Berna and I had a brief relationship before you. I didn’t know you were pregnant when we broke up. He called me a few months after I married you. He said the boy was mine.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I’m scared. I was afraid of losing you.”
I can’t describe the anger I felt at that moment.
“Did you leave a child without a father because you were scared?”
The Flood shook his head on both sides.
“No! Berna asked me for money. He said the boy’s father was someone else, he just wanted me to help him. Then he disappeared.”
