[rp for hell_of_heaven]
Martha has been gone for four days. This is three and a half days longer than she had planned to be gone. She'd only have time to phone Lionel once and leave him a voicemail. Her chief of staff didn't even know where she was.
Her private flight gets her into Delaware at about 11pm, and for covert purposes she is driven back to Washington from there. With no traffic, she makes it back to her Dupont Circle apartment a little after midnight. She's wearing a red, form-fitting trenchcoat and still has her sunglasses on when she finally enters the apartment. The lights are all off when she enters, and she keeps them that way, closing the door and leaning back against it, taking a moment to breathe for the first time in nearly four days. It's all she can do not to break down.
Suddenly, a light switches on.
Her private flight gets her into Delaware at about 11pm, and for covert purposes she is driven back to Washington from there. With no traffic, she makes it back to her Dupont Circle apartment a little after midnight. She's wearing a red, form-fitting trenchcoat and still has her sunglasses on when she finally enters the apartment. The lights are all off when she enters, and she keeps them that way, closing the door and leaning back against it, taking a moment to breathe for the first time in nearly four days. It's all she can do not to break down.
Suddenly, a light switches on.