Charles’s attorney objected before the last digit left my mouth.

The judge overruled him with two fingers.

“That number was disconnected in June, four years ago,” I said.

“I paid the final bill on it myself.”

“Then tell the court how a dead number got onto a form nine days ago.”

“Somebody wrote it,” I said.

“By hand.

In the emergency contact update box, dated eight days before my plane landed, with initials at the bottom of the page.”