The host leaned forward on the white couch, frowning. “Shadows? What do you mean, Victoria?”

“I mean loyalty wasn’t a priority for Fred Hunt. I found out hotel rooms on tour were busier than the show backstages. It’s hard to build a future with someone who’s always running from themselves… someone who needs so many artificial stimulants to face life that they can’t tell what’s real from what’s fake, art from farce.”

My eyes felt glued to the screen. Every word made my ...