I said no reason, and he laughed like that was exactly the answer he expected. Then his attorney finally looked up and asked if I had any questions about the statement. I looked at her, then at my husband, and said, “Just one — why does this say the boat was sold two years ago?” The room went completely quiet, and my husband stopped tapping his fingers against the folder.
His attorney reached for the paperwork, but I put my hand over the page first. I told her I had seen the boat in August, and I knew exactly where it had been sitting. My husband said I must have been mistaken, but I reminded him that I had taken a photo that day because the boat had the same torn cover I remembered from our anniversary trip. His face changed when I said that, because he knew I still had the picture.
I pulled out my phone and opened it, then placed it on the table between us. The photo showed the boat, the trailer, and the date stamped in the corner — August 17, 2026. His attorney stared at it for several seconds before quietly asking, “What else did you see that day?” I turned the phone around and showed her the second photo I hadn’t mentioned: his brother standing beside the boat, holding a folder with my husband’s name on it.
