*** The Alliance***

The envelope sat on Natalie's coffee table. Thick. Heavy. Full.

Her PI stood by the door. Waiting. Watching.

"This is everything?" Natalie asked. Her voice came out hollow. Dead.

"Everything." He nodded. "One month of surveillance. Photos. Videos. Timestamps. Locations. Like you asked."

One month. Since Robert asked for the divorce. Since Natalie hired him.

"And before that?" Natalie's eyes narrowed. "How long were they together before ...