Fallon
The Callahan estate was even more intimidating when you knew you were walking into an ambush.
Okay, maybe ambush was dramatic. But sitting through dinner with our families — pretending everything was perfect — felt a lot like stepping onto a stage without knowing my lines. And this stage? It came with crystal chandeliers, priceless art, and an audience of people who would pick up on any false note.
The house was already bustling when we arrived, the sound of laughter and conversation spilling from the grand dining room. Reid’s hand rested lightly on my back, guiding me inside, and for a brief, fleeting second, it felt… natural.
I hated that.
Because this wasn’t natural. It was calculated. Just another part of the performance.
The Callahans’ staff floated around us in perfectly
