Esma’s pov

“We are going to the Noman’s land.” I said as I adjusted myself on the seat. I put my seatbelt and looked through the side view mirror as the house of Roxy and Jason was blurring. I kept my eyes there until I lost the sight of it.

Asher didn’t speak then and silence fell between us. It was not awkward kind, it was peaceful and connecting. He programmed the GPS and press a switch on the steering wheel and a classical orchestral piece fills the car.

“What’s this?” I ask as the sweet, sweet sound of a hundred violin strings assails us.

“It’s from La Traviata. An...