In October, My Husband Left a Manila Envelope on Our Kitchen Table and Walked Out Into the Rain

“No,” Denise said, looking straight at the bench.

“Greg was not in the office on either of those days.”

Arthur’s attorney stood up quickly.

“Objection, Your Honor.

The witness cannot verify Mr.

Whitman’s whereabouts without personal attendance records.”

“I have the gate logs right here,” Denise said, lifting a manicured finger toward her leather bag.

Judge Thomas held up his hand. “Overruled. Proceed, Mr. Vance.”