I barely slept.
The few hours I managed to get disappeared quickly, and when I opened my eyes before sunrise, Paige was already awake beside me.
She was lying on her side, watching me.
“You're awake.” She whispered.
“So are you.” I said.
“I couldn't sleep.” She said.
“Neither could I.” I said but neither of us smiled.
We both knew what today meant.
I reached for her hand, and she intertwined her fingers with mine.
“We should get ready.” I said.
“I know.” She said.
We climbed out of bed together, and the president’s apartment remained unusually quiet as we moved through our morning routine.
There was no music. There was no television. There were no phones ringing.
There was only the sound of the shower running and the quiet movement of two people who knew they were about to wa
