Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty- Three
"Ahmet..." His father took a slow step toward him. His voice was unusually gentle. "Listen to me."
Ahmet took a step back. "No."
"Son…" his mother called.
Ahmet couldn't wait anymore, his chest rose and fell violently.
"Don't call me that until you answer me."
His mother flinched. Settimo's hand remained suspended in the air before slowly falling to his side.
"I need you to calm down."
Ahmet laughed.
It sounded hollow. "Calm down?" He looked between his parents. "You want me to calm down?" His voice rose with every word. "I just found out the woman I love... the woman carrying my child..."
His throat tightened. "...might be my sister."
The last word almost refused to leave his mouth. He didn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. His breathing became ragged.
"I need you to tell me this report is wrong."
His father's silence only made something inside him snap. He crushed the report in his fist.
