Later that night, Bree sat on the edge of the bed in her hotel room, thinking about the excitement of the day, preparing to go to sleep. She and her bandmates had had a great time at dinner. St. Louis was known for its Italian food, so they’d gone to an area known as The Hill to eat the famous toasted ravioli at Mama’s. It was so good, Bree had eaten until her stomach was about to burst. She’d probably had one glass too much of wine as well.

It wasn’t particularly late. Some of the others had stayed behind to enjoy some of the clubs in the area, but...