The prosecutor dropped his files. A collective gasp ran through the gallery. One of the aunties stood up, pointed at Fatmagül, and shouted the line that would define the decade:
Fatmagül blinked. "I… I just want to bake bread. I live in a farmhouse with Kerim. Who is this nephew?" FatmagГјlГјn SuГ§u Yok Biz Onu Bihter SandД±k
The Judge, an elderly man who had clearly watched too many reruns of Aşk-ı Memnu , leaned over his bench. "Don't play coy with us. We saw the finale! We saw the stone-cold look in your eyes before the gun went off!" The prosecutor dropped his files