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The world didn't flip upside down overnight. The sun came up like it always did. Tom's phone still buzzed with work emails, and the city outside kept up its usual noisy rhythm. But everything had shifted, because he had. He got dressed slow, without that old knot of dread in his stomach. Just a plain shirt-no tie. He caught his reflection and, for the first time in months, saw someone familiar. Not the tired, washed-out version of himself, but a man with steady eyes and a relaxed stance. He didn't march straight to the office. Instead, he wandered down Cherry Lane. The early sun filtered through the cherry blossoms, splashing light and shadow across the sidewalk. The café still had its ""Closed"" sign up, but the door wasn't locked. He stepped inside. The air felt fresh, the chairs were still flipped up on the tables from last night. Mary stood behind the counter, not busy at the espresso machine, just gazing out the window with a steaming mug. She turned when he walked in, and her smile was bright enough to light up the whole place. ""You're early,"" she said, her voice soft in the morning hush. ""I am,"" he said, making his way over. ""I wanted to start my day where I belong."" He slipped behind the counter-a spot that used to feel off-limits, but now felt right. He poured himself coffee from the pot she'd brewed. The act was so simple, but it meant more than any work meeting or office routine. They leaned against the counter, sipping coffee and watching the city wake up through the window. No big plans, no dramatic speeches, just the quiet comfort of being together. The warmth of his mug, Mary by his side, and the gentle certainty that he was exactly where he should be. Cherry Lane Café wasn't just a hideout anymore. It wasn't a place to run to. It was home. And as Tom watched the petals drift past the window, he realized he hadn't just stumbled into this place-he'd built something real, piece by piece, morning by morning. He was home, for good.

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Born in Istanbul in 1967, Fatih Pomakoglu turned to literature in his twenties. His writing is shaped by an interest in inner journeys, life's quiet turning points, and the unseen layers of his characters. Blending the subtleties of classical storytelling with contemporary narrative possibilities, he writes fiction for adult readers as well as illustrated children's stories. His work invites readers not only into a narrative, but into an emotional and reflective depth beyond the story itself.

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