Fallon
The flashing lights were blinding.
Photographers called my name from every direction, the sound of their voices blending into one chaotic blur. I kept my smile in place, my posture perfect — but inside, I was unraveling.
Because I was alone.
And everyone knew it.
I could feel the weight of their eyes, the curiosity sharpening into speculation as the seconds ticked by. I heard the whispers, the subtle shift in energy when they realized Reid Callahan was nowhere in sight.
The air was thick with questions.
And I didn’t have a single answer.
I’d spent all week convincing myself I didn’t care.
That I didn’t need him. That his absence didn’t matter.
But the second I stepped onto that carpet without him, the whispers started.
“Where’s Reid?”
“Trouble in paradise already?”
“Gue
