Margaret walked down the hall that led to the Chief of Staff's office in a numb stupor, listing off in her head all of the things that she had to do this morning before she went to the church this afternoon.
She hadn't cried since the first hour after she had gotten the phone call. She hadn't cried when she saw his face plastered on the TV screen. She hadn't cried when she came into work and noticed the flag at half-mast. She hadn't cried when Harold the check-in desk security guard nodded to her sadly and said "Miss Margaret."
She didn't respond to his words and she didn't cry. No words were fitting. No tears would ever be enough.
She knew that she would be able to get through the service without crying. Politicians, even politicians that knew him well, speaking about his professional attributes was not enough to evoke her personal sadness. State funerals did not touch her heart.
She walked into the outer office that held her work-home and turned on the light. Her heart jumped as she saw that someone else was in there.
He sat at her desk, his fingers tracing the framed napkin that Leo used to keep in his office. He took a deep breath and spoke in a voice barely above a whisper. "I'm really gonna miss him."
She closed her eyes. "I know, Mr. President." She said as the tears finally fell. "We all will."
Enjoy your peace, Mr. Spencer. You've earned it.