Cellblock Serenity

My wife, who had turned me in to the FBI, had just left the visiting room at the county jail where I was being held, pending the sentencing for a "white collar crime" committed during my five and a half years of sobriety. She'd informed me that during the previous three weeks of my incarceration she'd decided it wasn't going to work out between us, and after being pressed, told me she was having an affair with a mutual friend. As my heart broke and tears welled up in my eyes, I was escorted back to the cellblock.