MILLIE'S POV
The studio lights were hotter than I expected.
I sat across from Diane Philips; sharp-eyed, silver-haired, with an expression that promised no mercy but also no malice. Just the truth.
Behind the cameras, I could see Callie standing with Will Reid, both of them tense. We'd prepped for three days, but now that the moment was here, every practiced answer felt like it might shatter under pressure.
"We're live in thirty seconds," the producer called.
My hands were shaking. I pressed them flat against my thighs, forcing myself to breathe.
This was it. My chance to control the narrative. To stop being defined by other people's lies.
"Ready?" Diane asked.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
The red light on the camera blinked on.
"I'm Diane Philips, and today I'm speaking with
