He wasn’t there, and everyone noticed. Flashbulbs popped, headlines sharpened, and beside Carrie Underwood, the empty space where Mike Fisher should have been felt almost accusatory. Whispers pushed in where answers hadn’t yet arrived, clawing for drama, scandal, anything but the quiet truth. Because the real story wasn’t red carpet ready—it was softer, smaller, and so much more dan… Continues…
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