Post by Sarah Sharpe on Apr 2, 2017 23:16:52 GMT -5
note: area in black is the Coleman Young Airport in Detroit, Michigan; line in blue denotes route to/from Belle Isle
As was her habit most mornings this week, Sarah was up early and poring over maps of the Detroit area at her desk in the adjacent office, wondering if she wasn't making the biggest mistake in her time as leader of the Belle Isle stronghold. Throughout her four years as leader, she'd always had one eye on the Coleman Young Airport as a possible outpost in the Motor City but circumstances here and there had prevented the opportunity from presenting itself.
Even so, she leaned back in her chair and thought about the past couple weeks at Belle Isle and a panoply of thoughts and emotions flooded her mind, wondering if she had done everything possible back in March to prevent the violence that had struck their stronghold but she also knew that, given the events the day before, she - and everyone else there - had done everything possible....getting up from her seat, she walked over to her daughter's bassinet and picked up Meredith, cradling her daughter in her arms. God, you're so beautiful, she whispered to Meredith, lightly tapping her nose and drawing out a smile from her. Rocking her gently in her arms, she sat down and continued holding her, whispering to her fro several minutes before walking back over to the bassinet and gently laying her back inside.
Pausing to look back over at her desk, Sarah decided she'd give the outpost plan a rest and walked over to the bedroom door and opened it gently so as to not to wake up Hannah, who was sleeping comfortably. Watching as her lover slept, Sarah leaned up against the door jam and simply stood there, watching her as she slept, thinking about the past few weeks as she stayed by Hannah's side pretty much every second and while she knew the physical wounds had pretty much healed by now, she still thought about whether there was any mental scars that would linger long after the physical ones were gone.
Feeling her stomach rumbling a little bit, Sarah shook her head quietly and stepped outside, closing the bedroom door behind her; going back over to her desk, she picked up her radio and turned it on, calling down to the dining hall. "Clarissa, can you have someone bring up two breakfast plates and some coffee up to the third floor, please?" she said; hearing the head chef's reply, switching off the radio and glancing over towards the window, hoping that what was looking to be a beautiful day would continue to be that way....