She walked awkwardly. The gravity of her situation was overwhelming, and her legs were simultaneously weak and stiff.

As she reached her car, a pair of strong hands steadied her from behind.

She closed her eyes, briefly allowing herself the illusion that it was Jim, though she knew otherwise.

She turned in Dwight’s arms, hugging him fiercely. She basked in Angela’s sympathetic, albeit disapproving, gaze. She shed a few tears, but made no sound.

She pulled away slowly, thanking Angela as she took her bag.

Angela softened momentarily. “We thought…we could start tonight. If you’d like.”

She smiled, nodded. “Thanks.”