Barrett stared. “You told me you were just helping a few old friends with their small businesses.”

“I was helping clients who became friends, Barrett.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you were earning that kind of money?”

“Because you stopped asking real questions about my life a long time ago.”

The courtroom went quiet. Barrett looked at his hands.

Douglas tried one last angle. “Mrs. O’Connell, are you claiming that Mr. O’Connell is an unfit father?”