Hannah felt her stomach drop as she opened the link that had been sent to her. Did she really want to look at this? When she had called Garrett the night before, he had been ranting and raving about some woman who'd sat on his lap. He was drunk, so at first, she'd thought it was cute. He'd admitted to getting drunk because he'd missed her, that he'd needed some way to deal with the loneliness. That had torn her apart, had made her feel like crap because she knew how much she missed him. When he admitted things like that, it gutted her. She wished in those moments that she'd never told the record company that she would do this final tour. Seven more weeks, that's all they had to get through, but it felt like a million years.
"Have you seen it?" Shell asked as she came back to Hannah's bedr
