Judge Winters looked at me over her glasses.

“Go on.”

I called Gregory to the stand.

He walked up slowly, one hand on the rail.

The clerk swore him in, and he sat down with his hands folded.

“Mr. Palmer, did you watch Samantha sign Exhibit Four?”

“I did.” Gregory’s voice boomed through the little room.

“October twelfth, 2021, in my study.