And if I only could, make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places

“Then I'll see your face
I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name
I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole”

I listened to "Lag Fyrir Ommu" By Olafur Arnalds while writing this. It just had the perfect tone I wanted to hit with this chapter. I suggest you listen to it while reading.

He was the first one in the room. Not her parents or her sister, him. He should have felt bad because they were her family after all, but shewas his family. She was everything to him and he had a renewed determination to do everything in his power to help heal her.

Surprisingly her family didn’t say anything, just let him take his time. She looked much better than when he found her on the floor of the old abandoned cabin, she had her color back at least. It helped that he knew she was alive, breathing, with medicine pumping through her veins healing her and taking the pain away. Her hair was wet from where they swabbed the blood away and cleaned her wound. He couldn’t see it, but he knew she had stitches somewhere on the back of her head. She’d probably always have a scar. She was so beautiful. All the more for living through what she had.

He took one last look and stepped out and let her family see her. The police had arrived and wanted to take a statement from him right away. He was going to help their investigation in any way that he could. They were taking the accusations against Yigit very seriously. He was their number one suspect and were currently trying to hunt him down.

He had just sat down on the chair outside her room when he got a phone call from his private investigator. He was going to stand up to take the call somewhere more private, but the man said he should probably be sitting when he heard what he found.

The investigator had seen Yigit meet up at Can’s mother’s house on several occasions in the past few days. The man found that odd as it seemed their only connection was through Sanem, and she wasn’t in contact with Huma at all. The day Sanem was reported missing he couldn’t account for Yigit in any of his usual hang outs. He did however spot Huma speaking nervously over the phone on several occasions during that time period. He also said there were many times that he saw Yigit walking quickly or hopping steps in a way that made him think he didn’t need the aid of a cane. In conclusion, the private investigator thought Can had reason to doubt the both of them.

He knew Yigit burned the journal. Now it seemed he was pretending his handicap was worse than it was? He remembered that it was his mother that delivered the news that Yigit could be paralyzed. Could she have plotted with him to fake his terrible injury knowing it would break her son and his relationship in the process? His gut said yes, and the investigator had evidence to back it up. The idea that she could do that was terrible in itself, but thinking she was still in contact with Yigit, and was so while the love of his life was laying half dead in a run down cabin, made his blood boil.

He was able to calmly hang up the phone before it fell out of his hands and on the floor. Luckily he was sitting and the phone didn’t break, but he did. His hands were shaking, he couldn’t get enough air, he wanted to punch the wall so hard his hand would go through to the other side.

My mother destroyed my life.

Yigit was never paralyzed.

I ran away for nothing.

She’s been deceived for a whole year.