Judge Kline raised a finger.
“I’m asking about accuracy. Not format.”
She looked back at me.
“Mrs. Caldwell, your letter states that significant assets were intentionally omitted. You also reference exhibits. Where are they?”
I reached down, opened my folder, and handed the clerk a neatly organized binder.
“Exhibits A through H,” I said. “There’s also a flash drive containing the digital originals.”
Ethan stood halfway out of his chair.
“This is ridiculous,” he snapped. “She’s bluffing.”
Madison’s hand slid onto his wrist, squeezing tightly as if warning him to sit down. Lorraine leaned forward and whispered something urgent in his ear.
Ethan dropped back into his seat.
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