Chapter 13 Loss of Control Meanwhile, Elif and Kaan had arrived home and were talking to Ayşe on the phone. The phone was on the coffee table, and they were on a video call. “Kids, it’s up to you of course, but let’s buy the wedding dress from here. Elif, your Aunt Zehra has a friend… there are such beautiful designs, you should see them, my girl,” Ayşe was saying. Elif and Kaan were slowly beginning to get swept up in the excitement of the wedding. “Okay, mom. I think it’s better to buy it from there too… When we go together to apply for the civil marriage date, we’ll take care of it,” Elif said. With great excitement, Ayşe replied, “Alright, my daughter. Oh, by the way, Elif, you should prepare the list of your friends who will come from Istanbul. When we make the hairdresser appointment for the bridal hairstyle, we’ll arrange it accordingly.” Just then Kaan cut in, “Mom, we haven’t even set the civil marriage date yet—what hairdresser?” As he said this, Elif pinched Kaan withou...
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Chapter 3 The Soft Room Meanwhile, Mehmet Selim, the chief physician at the hospital where he worked, was walking down the corridor with Elif. The hallway was quiet. The outdated posters on the walls flickered under the dim fluorescent lights, carrying traces of the past. Mehmet Selim spoke in a low voice: “He was brought in last night. His name is Cihan Tolga Giritli. He used to be someone of some importance in the financial market. But yesterday morning, at his workplace, he started shouting that ‘we must rewrite the world’s financial system’ and began wreaking havoc. He completely trashed his office.” Elif asked, “Are we thinking acute psychotic attack? Bipolar, schizoaffective?” Mehmet Selim replied, “It’s not clear yet. But it looks like a psychotic breakdown following a manic episode. Paranoia, delusions of grandeur, occasional depressive freezes… The full spectrum seems present. But what’s interesting is something else: memory loss.” Elif, walking while reviewing the report...