Twenty-six years ago
The vaguely familiar man sitting across from me shook his head as he stared my direction. I was covered with only a hospital dressing gown. I wasn't in the hospital but at my doctor's appointment—my obstetrician—in an examination room smaller than my closet. The person who entered and was waiting for my reply wasn't my doctor. Though I believed I'd seen him before, I didn't know him.
“Judge Landers?"
I wrung my hands resting on my lap as my feet dangled from the examination table. This man wasn't my husband.
Daniel and I'd met in law school, the University of Chicago. A gregarious man, I found myself immediately in lust with not only his handsome face but also his personality. Daniel McCrie could, as the saying went, sell a glass of water to a drowning man. His f
