For the first time in years, I did not tremble.

I carried the documents to the dining table and laid them out in front of him.

Renee’s apartment lease.

The tuition receipts. The bank statements.

Twelve years of photographs. “Sit down, Richard,” I said.

His face changed when he saw the evidence. “Where did you get this?” he shouted. “Elliot forged it. He’s lying.”