"You’re basically wearing the words ‘not happy’ on your face."

"Am I?"

I lifted a hand and touched my cheek.

And then I froze.

Every time I faced Sean, my brain short-circuited. The second I made that move, I almost blurted out, “You guessed right. I am not happy!”

Sean let out a soft laugh. "Work stress?"

"No." Joy—his white-moonlight—had bullied Fern. No matter how unhappy I was with Joy, I ...