Ceylan stood in silence while Nesrin planted a circle of poppies. She was there mainly for her sister. Ceylan had been in the hidden realm for the War; she hadn’t seen it personally like Nesrin had. Neither spoke, and Nesrin didn’t look up from the flowers, but Ceylan did notice this was the first year Nesrin hadn’t wept while she worked.
Nesrin didn’t stand when she finished. She just looked out over the European landscape, her eyes looking through the present into the past. “I should have cried.”
Ceylan didn’t respond except to put a hand on her sister’s shoulder.
“The things… the people I let… I don’t deserve for the wounds to heal. I should have cried.”
Ceylan shifted closer. “Do you still remember what happened?”
They stood in silence for a moment.
“Would you let it happen again?”
Nesrin breathed out the response like a sacred oath. “Never.”
“Then you’re still doing all you should.”
Nesrin looked up at her sister, then nodded as a single tear fell.