The heavy oak doors swung closed on their brass hinges.

The sound of the bailiff shuffling papers disappeared.

Michael stood in the marble hallway outside Courtroom 3B holding a thick manila envelope with five pages of certified court decrees.

Lena was sitting on a slatted wooden bench by the elevators.

She had her winter coat zipped up to her chin.

Her silver wedding band caught the fluorescent light overhead as she kept spinning it around her middle finger.

Michael walked over and stopped three feet from her.