“What do you think?” I asked.

“I think they are terrified,” Jennifer said. “The district attorney’s office has already started looking into the bank transfers.”

“Is Brent actually going to face jail time?” I asked.

“If we go to trial for the grand larceny and fraud, yes,” she said.

I looked at the yellow blanket rising and falling with Ivy’s steady breathing.

“I want this over, Jennifer,” I said. “I don’t want Ivy’s first year of life spent in a courtroom.”

“We will end it tomorrow,” Jennifer said. “But we are not accepting their terms.”

“What are our terms?” I asked.

“Everything,” Jennifer said. “We go to the conference tomorrow and we demand a full forfeiture of his remaining marital assets.”

“Will he sign that?” I asked.

“If the alternative is a felony conviction and immediate handcuffs, he will sign,” she said.

I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the bedroom window.

Outside, the Colorado wind shook the dry branches of Molly’s maple tree.

“I’ll be there,” I said.

“Nine o’clock at the executive legal offices downtown,” Jennifer said. “Get some sleep, Tessa.”