Doga's sobs grew louder, her emotions pouring out uncontrollably. Kivilcim gently pulled her daughter into a hug, holding her tightly as they both cried. "Please, Doga. Forgive me."
Kivilcim's hug was met with resistance as Doga pushed her mother away, her face flushed with anger and hurt. "No! Leave me alone!" Doga's voice cracked as she shouted. "Just go away from here!"
Kivilcim stumbled back, her back hitting the dresser, her heart shattering at the rejection. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, Omer burst into the room, drawn by the commotion. His face was a mask of concern and confusion.
"What's going on here?" Omer demanded, his voice rising with frustration. He looked between Kivilcim and Doga. "Kivilcim are you okay?" He asked after he saw Doga push her. "Your Mother is still recovering, what if she fell down and got hurt."
Doga glared at him, her voice shaking with emotion. "You don't understand! You never have! You don't know what it's like to be lied to your whole life!" The girl was a ball of anger getting ready to explode any moment. It was as if you could see fumes poofing out of her ears.
Omer's jaw tightened as he took a deep breath, trying to maintain control. "I understand that you're hurt, but yelling and pushing people away won't fix anything. Especially your mother. She really cares about you."
Doga's face was streaked with tears. "Leave! I don't want to see either of you right now! Especially you!" She said looking at her mother screaming.
Omer's anger flared, his protective instincts kicking in while he tried to heep his calm demeanor. On one side was his daughter, on the other was the love of his life. He stepped toward Doga, his voice firm and filled with a mixture of hurt and authority. "Doga, don't you dare scream at your mother like that! She's still recovering after what happened with the... baby. She's here trying to make things right, and you need to give her a chance."
"Who are you? You just got here." Doga's anger boiled over, her voice bitter and sharp. "Maybe losing the baby is karma for all the lies and secrets! You both think you can just fix everything with a few cookies and apologies!"
The words hung heavy in the air, and the instant they left her lips, Doga's eyes widened in shock and regret. She covered her mouth, her expression crumpling as she realized the gravity of her words. The pain in her voice was unmistakable, and she immediately regretted her outburst.
"I-I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." Doga stuttered.
Omer and Kivilcim stood in silence, their shock mirrored in each other's faces. Kivilcim's gaze went back and forth between Doga and Omer. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She could see the hurt in Omer's eyes and the anger twisting his features leaving him speechless.
Omer's mind raced. What did she just say? The thought echoed as he tried to process the situation. But before he could react, the tension snapped.
Overwhelmed, Kivilcim suddenly screamed, her hands flying to her ears as if to block out the loud sound. OMER!"
Doga screams. "Ahh"
The sound of books crashing down from the shelves fills the room, echoing in the tense silence. No one dared to speak. Doga looked down at the mess that Omer made out of anger. Kivilcim dropped her hands to her cheeks. Omer looked straight into Doga's eyes, his face deadpan.
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