He pointed to a line highlighted in yellow.

“At twelve-thirty p.m., the patient was given a continuous infusion of morphine and midazolam,” Arthur said. “By one-fifteen p.m., she was completely unresponsive. She remained in that state until her passing.”

The room became very quiet.

Mr. Gross looked at the medical chart, then at Ethan, then at Linda.

“Is this accurate?” Mr. Gross asked his clients, his voice dropping an octave.

Ethan did not answer.

He looked down at his lap, his fingers twitching against his trousers.

“The signature on this document is a forgery,” Arthur said. “We have a report from a certified forensic document examiner stating that the pen strokes do not match the deceased’s handwriting.”

He opened the third folder and showed the analysis.

“Attempting to file a forged document in a probate court is a class D felony in the state of New York,” Arthur said. “It carries a prison sentence of up to seven years.”

Mr. Gross pushed his chair back slightly.

“I was not made aware of these medical records,” Mr. Gross said to Arthur.