Fallon
“I’m just saying, if my fake husband kissed me like that and then spent a week acting like I didn’t exist, I’d burn the whole house down.”
I sighed, flopping back onto my bed as Mia’s voice crackled through the phone. “Helpful.”
“I’m serious, Fallon!” she huffed. “You kissed. It happened. And now he’s just… what? Pretending it didn’t?”
“Pretty much.”
There was a long pause. Then—
“I hate him.”
Despite everything, I laughed. “You don’t even know him.”
“I don’t need to know him. I know you. And I know when you’re pretending you’re okay when you’re very much not okay.”
The words hit harder than I wanted them to, because she was right. I wasn’t okay. Not even close.
I stared at the ceiling, the ache in my chest tightening. “I don’t know how to be okay when he won’t even look a
