Chapter 14
DELILAH
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CALLAHAN SIGHTING: OUR BOY IS NOT OKAY
Besties, I need to talk.
I just saw Griffin Callahan at the gas station on Palmetto Boulevard, and I am... concerned.
You know how some people have a resting bitch face? This man had a DEVASTATED face. It was giving sad boy autumn vibes. He was filling up his truck and staring into the middle distance like he was contemplating his entire existence.
He didn’t even notice me recording. That’s how checked out he was. Griffin Callahan, the man who used to wink at every camera within a fifty-foot radius, didn’t even LOOK UP.
Now. I have been doing some investigative journalism, and by that I mean harassing everyone I know for information, and here’s what I’ve pieced together.
After Hurricane Delilah, name still iconic, still taking credit, something HAPPENED between our favorite exes. My source saw Dr. Hartwell’s car at his house the morning after the storm. Walk of shame energy confirmed.
But THEN, approximately four days ago, everything went cold. Jessica hasn’t been seen at Callahan’s PT sessions. She handed him off to Dr. Thompson. And Griffin has been spotted looking like a man who lost the will to live at no fewer than THREE local establishments.
The gas station. The pharmacy. And, this is the saddest part, Bluemoon Coffee, sitting alone at a table, staring at the spot where she threw that drink at him.
I cannot.
Something went DOWN, and whatever it was, it broke that man.
Now here’s where it gets interesting. The Southern Knights Foundation Gala is tomorrow night. My sources tell me BOTH of them will be there. Griffin because he has to be. Jessica because apparently she’s accepting some kind of appreciation award on behalf of her practice.
Whatever, I’m here for the fashion. The same room. The same night. After whatever catastrophic thing happened between them. I know the looks are going to serve.
Your girl will be there in person in a new dress, I’ll link it below. I’ll be live streaming everything so make sure you're subscribed to get alerts.
Tomorrow night is going to be UNHINGED and I’m living for it.