The final exhibit was an audio recording from two months earlier. I remembered the night immediately. Ivy had been screaming with a fever while Meredith begged me to come home because she was exhausted and frightened. I had told her I was trapped at the office. In reality, I was at Isabelle’s apartment. Meredith had saved the voicemail I accidentally left after believing I had ended our call. My voice could be heard laughing with Isabelle and saying, “Meredith can handle the baby. That’s what maternity leave is for.”

Beneath the transcript were bank records showing something even worse. During Meredith’s pregnancy, we had placed $34,000 into an emergency account for medical expenses, unpaid leave, and anything Ivy might need after birth. I had quietly withdrawn more than $18,000 from it over several months. Hotels, dinners, gifts, weekend trips. The diamond bracelet sitting inside one of the shopping bags near my feet had partly been purchased with money intended for my wife’s recovery and our daughter.