“I want you to understand the full picture before you open it.” He paused.
“Nathan didn’t just have an affair.
He and Cassandra have been planning this for a long time.
The divorce filing, the timing on graduation day — that wasn’t impulsive.
That was coordinated.”
“Coordinated how?”
Daniel finally handed me the envelope.
“Open it.”
Inside were printed photographs.
Screenshots of messages.
I recognized Nathan’s number at the top of the first one.
The timestamps went back twenty-two months.
My eyes caught a line near the middle of the first page.
*She has no idea.
By the time she figures it out, it’ll already be done.*
My hands stopped shaking.
Something colder replaced the shaking.
“There’s more,” Daniel said carefully.
“The last page.”
I turned to it.
It was a document.
A property listing.
An apartment in the Riverside district, two bedrooms, purchased eight months ago.
The buyer’s name was Nathan Hale.
The co-signer was Cassandra Voss.
“He bought an apartment,” I said.
“While you were still paying his tuition,” Daniel said.
“He used the joint account.
