He was shouting at one of his remaining defense attorneys, waving a fist in the air.

“He knows,” I said.

“He knows his mother signed the plea,” Martin confirmed.

“He tried to call her twenty times. She has blocked his number.”

Martin leaned closer, lowering his voice so the nearby reporters couldn’t hear.

“The prosecution has already filed the amended witness list with Judge Mallory,” he whispered.

“Vivian is listed as their lead witness for the financial fraud charges.”

“And the custody motion?” I asked.

“Judge Mallory is going to address that first,” Martin said.

“But Callum’s attorneys have no leverage left. Their claim that you are unfit because of financial instability is gone.”

I felt a sudden, sharp kick against my ribs from the baby inside me.

I placed my gloved hand over my stomach, breathing through the momentary discomfort.

“Let’s go inside,” I said.

The double doors to the courtroom opened, and we walked down the carpeted center aisle.

The gallery was nearly full, the quiet murmur of voices bouncing off the wood-paneled walls.

I sat at the prosecutor’s table, with Martin Voss taking a seat directly behind me.