One week had passed since that afternoon under the king-sized bed. One week of silence. Nelly and Armman lived in the same house, ate at the same table, and walked past each other in the halls every single day without saying a single word about what happened.
Today, everything about their life in this town was taking another turn toward change. They were moving to the Far East.
The moving truck was packed to the roof, filled with every piece of furniture and box they owned. When it was time to leave, there was only one space left in the back of the family SUV.
"There is no other way," Armman’s father said, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Nelly, you’ll have to sit on Armman’s lap. It’s a long drive, but we have to get going."
Nelly’s face turned pale. "No! No, Gius, I can’t. I’m too he
