Reckoning - Part I

In the sanctuary of my cosy living room, I sought solace in the corner table, a silent witness to the thoughts swirling within me. The piece of paper lay before me, bearing Erdem’s contact information. Its presence alone seemed to carry a weight that mirrored the complexity of my emotions. As I traced my thumb delicately over the inked words, a bittersweet sigh escaped my lips. The memories of our encounter, the subtle glances, and the fleeting connection, replayed in my mind like a tender melody. But amidst the gentle longing, there lay a sea of uncertainty and unanswered questions.

While lost in my contemplation, my attention shifted to my son, Ezio, engrossed in his artistic endeavour on the soft expanse of the living room carpet. His tiny hands glided across the pages of a colouring book, infusing life into the blank canvases. I watched him with a mixture of awe and a maternal ache, marvelling at the innocence that enveloped him. With each stroke of colour, a sense of anticipation