“That’s the trap,” Martha said.

“We have to let them walk right up to the edge of the cliff before we pull the rug out.”

“What if Julian refuses to testify under oath?” I asked.

“He won’t refuse,” Martha said.

“His ego won’t let him pass up the chance to watch you sign over the house.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the baby stir against my ribs.

“All right.”