I paused, cleared my throat gently, and held my breath for two seconds.

“You had already paid a lawyer fifteen hundred dollars when you did that,” I said.

I tapped the red button on the screen to end the recording before he could hear the sound of the rain against the window frame.

The fluorescent tube above the sink flickered once, casting a thin grey shadow across the papers spread on the table.

I looked down at the second staple line on the legal petition, where a court notice referred to a separate schedule of property Greg had given his attorney in a second sealed folder.