““Peri felt the energy in her father's hand ebb; his fingers grew light and bloodless, the hand of a cadaver waiting to be dissected. Her father's silence, her father's shame, her father whom she adored, revered, loved and idolized since the day she had uttered her first word. By the time Mensur, trembling, had pulled up his pajama bottoms, the police officers were through the door, taking Umut with them.””
