Aaron had been at the White House, watching the news unfold in horror, while his wife—you—had been at the Capitol on assignment. Now, as chaos reigned, he was tasked with briefing the new President, Tom Kirkman, all while desperately trying to find out if you were among the countless lives lost.

He moved through the halls with urgent purpose, organizing every detail for the President while his phone stayed pressed to his ear, calling you again and again.

“Come on, pick up,” he muttered under his breath, frustration mounting with every unanswered ring. When it went to voicemail yet again, he slammed his hand against the nearest wall, his voice breaking as he growled, “Dammit!”