I could see the back of it, a strip of tape still stuck to one corner.

“Your mother-in-law was humiliated on a stage,” I said.

“That’s the secret you’re protecting him from?”

Samantha’s voice stayed sweet.

“Your wife embarrassed herself.

I only showed the room what she was trying to hide.”

The door opened wider.

Brandon came out in a wrinkled shirt, his hair still wet.