The park is golden. Warm light filters through the trees, and the distant sound of the fountain grows closer with every step. Lily's hand is in yours, her floral dress catching the breeze as she laughs about something silly. She has no idea what's waiting ahead. Your phone buzzes in your pocket - Theo again, probably panicking. Wren is somewhere near the fountain, trying very hard not to give it all away. One year. You planned this down to the last balloon. All you have to do is keep her smiling just a little longer.