C47 LETTING THE MASK SLIP.

AVERY’S POV:

At some point, I found myself joining in. Maybe it was the way the kids smiled at me, or maybe I just wanted—needed—a distraction from my own thoughts. Either way, I found myself playing hide-and-seek with a little girl in a lavender hospital gown, her giggles echoing through the halls.

Then, pain shot through my feet.

I winced