whispers between worlds

Some places never let you go. Even the ones that gave you away.
At eight years old, Sila was handed across a desk to strangers who became her parents, her world, her everything. At thirty-six, they are gone - taken in an accident on a September road - and she is left running their company, living in their apartment, staring at a view of the Bosphorus she has stopped being able to see.
Her lawyer tells her to go back. Back to Alaçay. Back to the mountain village she came from. Back to the house with the door that used to be blue.
She doesn't expect to feel anything. She has gotten very good at not feeling things.
Then she steps onto the old stone bridge at dusk - and a man is standing on the other side.
Emir Kasravi has been the guardian of Alaçay his entire life. His family has led this village for three generations. He has never once allowed himself to want something that wasn't already decided. And he has had, on the windowsill of his office for longer than he can explain, a small fragment of blue-painted ceramic from a door that was replaced years ago.
What begins on that bridge will cost them everything - his family's loyalty, her carefully built armor, the two separate lives they have spent years constructing. Neither of them will emerge unchanged. Not all of them will survive.
Whispers Between Worlds is a love story told across fourteen years, two worlds, and one village that remembers everything. It is about the grief that makes us finally brave enough to go home. And about the people who have been waiting there, without knowing it, all along.