The plastic cup sat on the rail next to my notes, a ring of water already spreading beneath it.

“Your Honor,” I said, “before we get into Exhibit Four, I’d like to correct the record on Palmer Crest Holdings.”

Sterling kept smiling.

“Your Honor, this is a divorce.

The husband’s corporate holdings aren’t before this court.”

“They are,” I said, “if he’s claiming them as his sole asset under Exhibit Seven.”

Judge Winters turned a page.

“Go ahead.”