Knock-knock.
“Yes?” I yell.
“Good afternoon, Judge Harris,” says my secretary, Layne, from behind my office’s closed door. Layne continues in a voice that seems hesitant and nervous, “Remember, the first trial begins at 3pm- that’s in two hours. You’ve already pushed it back twice.”
“I know, I know. I’m getting ready now!” I respond with a sigh. Even though we both know that’s a lie- I’ve only just arrived.
I hear Layne’s footsteps leaving when a sparkle brings my attention to my left hand- my wedding ring. Mike said he had saved and sacrificed for two years to be able to afford it.
I can’t believe how he looked at me last night. With nothing in his eyes.

I open the door to this house that once felt like home. He’s always in the same place, the same way: Living room; La-Z-Boy’s recliner; Game Show Network (on low volume); Playing some stupid game on his gameboy. I know this is what I married at 31. This is not what a husband should be at 43. The anger stirs inside me, building like lava, and I start screaming tidal waves of harsh words.

Funny. Flashbacks like this used to make me cry. Now I only feel empty and disgusted at the man I call my husband.
Knock. Knock. Knock-knock.
The knocking on the door brings me out of my trance. I know who it is- even with the door still closed. Two slow knocks followed by two fast knocks- our code. It’s Tom.
“Come in” I say, trying to sound nonchalant.
Tom opens the door and slowly steps inside my office.
“Morning beautiful,” he says with that crooked smile that makes me melt.
I laugh, “Good morning, Sheriff” I place emphasis, so he remembers we are at work- and he has left the door open. “How are you?”
“I’m okay, but I really wish I had some donuts. Would you like any?”
Our secret code for our secret passions.
My eyes move to his left hand- his wedding band. A reminder of her- Tracy. His high school sweetheart and mother of his three kids.
We play a dangerous game. The media would have a frenzy if they discover us- the town’s judge having an affair with the sheriff. Every case where Tom testified would be drawn into question. They would discover just how many trials I’ve rearranged to have alone time with him.
But there’s also my husband- Mike. He does love me.
“Please,” Tom says hoarsely. His eyes begin to make their way down me. He pauses at my breasts and bites his lip.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
With a devil’s grin, he begins to shut the door.
“Wait,” I tell him. “Layne,” I yell, “Cancel or move that 3pm trail. I’m going to need more time.” I say as I stare into Tom’s longing eyes.
Then, he shuts the door before we can hear Layne’s response. He makes a fast pace to be over me.