“I need you to testify,” I said. “And I need everything on that flash drive.”

“I will. But Mrs. Hayes — look at the last section. The medical bills.”

I flipped to the back: pharmacy logs, blood tests, discharge summaries I’d paid for but never understood.

“What am I looking at?”

She took a shuddering breath. “I cross-referenced his pharmacy receipts with his actual bloodwork from the hospital portal. The doctors couldn’t figure out why his kidneys kept failing, why his blood pressure would crash.”

She pointed a trembling finger at a line of results. “He isn’t failing to get better. He’s not taking his medication. And when he needs a crisis to get you to sign over more money, he takes things he shouldn’t. He’s poisoning himself to stay sick.”