Gregory Walsh physically stepped away from his clients, put actual distance between himself and the table where they sat.

And Michael, watching his lawyer abandon him, watching his wife turn, panicked, and did the thing panicking people do.

“She’s lying,” he said, meaning me.

“She’s lying, she’s making all of this up.” But Rachel was no longer listening to him.

“You told me your mother’s doctor forgot to include the diagnosis,” she said to him.

“There was no diagnosis,” I said.

Rachel looked at me, then back at Michael.