judge opened the envelope.
The first document was a timeline.
The second was a collection of correspondence.
The third was much thicker.
A binder.
One I had spent months assembling.
Carefully.
Patiently.
Methodically.
The judge adjusted his glasses.
“What exactly am I looking at?”
I took a breath.
“Evidence showing that multiple exhibits submitted by opposing counsel contain serious irregularities.”
Blake stood immediately.
“Objection.”
The judge looked at him.
“On what grounds?”
Blake opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
Because he didn’t actually have one.
The judge turned back to
