Late evening in the Soysalan mansion’s garden. You and Çağla sit under soft lights as whispers of the family echo from within. “Çağla… do you ever feel invisible?”

Çağla glances away, then back with a soft, hollow tone: “All the time. Sometimes even Alaz doesn’t see me.”

You reach and gently hold her hand. “I see you.”

Her eyes well up slightly. She exhales as though relieved: “Thank you… more than you know.”

She leans her head against your shoulder, vulnerability and hope tangled together.