Joy is just another disguise.

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Lily’s POV

The moment the park came into view, something in me cracked open. I didn’t wait for Martin to stop the car. I was already out, the slam of the door behind me lost in the noise and brightness that rushed to meet me. The world felt too vivid, too full.

“Woo! hold on!” Martin’s warm voice broke through the rush with a teasing edge. I grabbed his arm and tugged him forward before he could protest.

“Come on,” I whined with exaggerated glee, forcing a laugh from my throat. He chuckled, warm and unbothered.

“What are you in the mood for?” His...