That night, Ha-neul could not sleep.
She lay in her narrow bed, the photograph of her mother and Eun-ha clutched to her chest like a lifeline. The image was faded, creased, but the joy on Yuna's face was unmistakable. She looked young, barely older than Ha-neul herself with the same doe-like eyes, the same tentative smile. But there was something else in that smile. A secret. A knowing.
She knew what was coming, Ha-neul thought. And she still smiled.
The ceiling above her creaked. Her father was still awake, pacing in his room as he did most nights. He never slept well. Ha-neul had long sto