Cassandra processed his words. “She knew him before you were married?”
“He was her ex. In the very early days of the band, he was our manager. They had two shitty years together before they broke up the last time and we got a new manager. At least, I thought it was the last time.”
Cassandra was silent for a moment, thinking about what he’d revealed.
“Sometimes, even though you know something is a mistake, you can’t stop yourself from going there,” she said slowly.
She could tell from his expression he needed a deeper explanation.
“I’m not making excuses for her, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “It just seems to me that the why of all this is killing you as much as the fact that it happened at all.”
His gaze gravitated to the fire. “Yeah. Maybe.”
He looked so alone, so hurt.
“It was
