Behind her back. The phrase slithered through Kylie’s mind like cold smoke.
Kylie reached for her water bottle. Her hand was steady. That was the trick, wasn’t it? Not letting them see the crack. behind her back kylie page
She turned back to the mirror, watching the group dissolve back into its soft, venomous buzz. Behind her back, the whispers would continue. But Kylie had learned something over the years: what they said didn’t matter half as much as what she did next. Behind her back
She’d felt it before. The subtle shift in a room’s temperature when you become the subject instead of a participant. The way conversations pause as you approach, then resume in a lower, softer key once you’ve passed. Her hand was steady
And the ones whispering behind her back? They’d still be standing by the craft services table, wondering why their careers never took off.