My father, Richard Bennett, straightened his tie knot and checked his watch before pulling the second binder toward his chair.

“We’ve organized the evidence into three trial sections,” Richard said, pointing to the neatly tabbed dividers.

“Exhibit A has the Tiffany receipt for forty-one thousand dollars dated December twenty-fourth.”

“Along with the metadata from the Plaza Hotel photo,” Daniel Harris added, setting down his china teacup.

“Proving that Cole left his feverish twins at eleven forty-seven p.m. while spending forty-one thousand dollars on his mistress.”

“Exhibit B covers the financial control,” Richard said.