Fallon
If the press wanted a spectacle, I’d give them one.
Because I wasn’t about to let some random nobody run my name through the mud and get away with it.
My phone buzzed again, the screen flashing with a name I’d been ignoring for the past half hour.
Mom.
I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose before finally giving in and answering.
“Fallon,” she said the second the call connected. “I assume you’ve seen the headlines.”
“No, Mom. I just woke up and thought the entire internet was blowing up for fun.”
She sighed, the exasperation practically vibrating through the phone. “I told you this would happen. People will always look for cracks in a marriage like yours. The only way to win is to ignore it.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not winning. That’s surrendering.”
“It’s str
