“I’ll be out in five minutes.”

She stayed in the doorway a moment longer, her fingers pressed hard against the cold glass.

“Don’t stay in here too long,” she said, and turned away down the hall.

I pulled the thick manila envelope out of the hanging frame and laid it on the blotter.

The flap was sealed with heavy red tape.

Across the middle my lead attorney had written Master Divorce Records, Sealed Copy.

I’d paid forty-five thousand dollars in legal fees so I’d never have to open this envelope again.