~Reid~
The door slammed behind her like a verdict.
And I didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
Not when her voice was still ringing in my ears. Not when the air still smelled like her shampoo and maple syrup. Not when my face still burned with the echo of her hand and my heart was cracking wide open like it had been waiting for this.
Fallon was gone.
Again.
And this time, I didn’t think she’d come back.
I stood in the center of the kitchen, surrounded by the aftermath of what should’ve been peace—a plate of untouched pancakes, two cups of coffee, a morning wrapped in warmth. Her stool was still pushed back, the chair slightly angled like she was just stepping out to grab something.
Like she might come back.
But she wouldn’t.
Not after that message.
Not after LILA: I’m pregnant detonated everything.
I stared at the phone in my hand as if looking hard enough would make it vanish.
It didn’t.
I pressed call.
It rang twice.
“Reid,” she answered, voice too smooth for someone who’d just dropped a bomb.
“Wh
