Hepsi orada oldu - ayakta, çamaşır odasında.

Grey afternoon. No power. Rain on the roof and the relentless drip. You comfortably watching us from afar. Feeling the damp breeze on your skin, and something else lingering in the air. A silent witness to a raw, unscripted moment. It all happened right there standing, in the laundry room. Simple. Intense. Deliciously inevitable.