I handed her a mug and sat down on the bench beside her.

“Brandon called the house line while you were at the office,” Evelyn said softly.

I waited.

“He wanted to talk about the reception,” she said.

“But Samantha was in the room with him.

I could hear her whispering.

She kept telling him what to ask about the hotel bills.”

Evelyn patted her blue silk scarf.