She kept both hands in her lap.

“I need your signature so I can file it before the clerk closes Friday afternoon,” Michael said.

Lena touched her left hand.

She started nervously spinning her silver wedding band around her middle finger.

“I can’t sign it today,” Lena said.

“We agreed on these exact dates three weeks ago,” Michael said.

Lena glanced over her shoulder at the window facing the parking lot.

Her eyes flicked to the street.