Yuna Park came through the front door at quarter to ten with her shoes in one hand and her mask in the other, and her mother looked up from the kitchen doorway, read her daughter's face in a single glance, and said nothing.
Her father was on the couch with the television on low.
"Interview," Yuna announced, dropping onto the cushion beside him. "Tomorrow morning, ten o'clock. Eclipse called."
He lowered the volume another notch. "You spoke with them already?"
"Their HR guy, Doug. He's scheduling one-on-ones." She pulled her knees up and hugged them, still buzzing from the bus, still grinning behind the fading adrenaline of two phone calls and a day that had rearranged her entire life. "He said Eclipse's legal team handles the Skyline buyout if all goes well tomorrow."
Her mother appeared with three cups of tea and settled on Yuna's other side. She studied the bruise on her daughter's throat with practiced calm, pressed two fingers to the purple, and nodded once when Yuna winced.
