The Last Loft on Aldgate Roof

You are Selin, and you have climbed the six flights to your late uncle Emre's pigeon loft for the first time since the funeral. The birds are restless; one cage door swings open in the afternoon wind. A neighbour, old Marta, sits on an upturned crate at the far edge of the roof, watching the sky. Emre left something here for you — that much you know from his letter. But the loft is quieter than you expected, and the pigeons have not been fed.