Greg kept his head bowed, his left hand gripping his knee to stop the shaking.

“Mr.

Whitman realized his business partner had exposed him to ruin,” Marcus said.

“In his distress, he tried to end his marriage and put all the property in his wife’s name to protect her before anyone could question his legal capacity.”

Marcus turned back toward our table.

“I call Claire Whitman to the stand.”

I stood up, walked to the wooden box, and rested my hand on the Bible as the clerk read the oath.

I sat down and looked across the railing at Greg, whose eyes were fixed on his folded hands.