She will reappear like a limited engagement—scheduled, rehearsed, and intentionally brief—crossing the White House threshold as if entering a luxury hotel she never meant to book twice. Her new language of “mental wellness” and “self‑care” is less branding than quiet rebellion, the vocabulary of someone who has already endured four years of relentless scrutiny and learned the cost of staying visible too long. Her calendar will be curated, her causes carefully chosen, her absences louder than any speech.

If they reclaim Washington, the choreography will remain icy: no lingering handshakes, no sentimental tours of familiar rooms, just a transfer of power wrapped in protocol and distance. Their marriage will continue as a series of intersecting itineraries, two separate orbits brushing in public when required. In the end, the clearest truth about them may be found not in what they say, but in how meticulously she chooses to leave.