After Reg's death, Deanna temporarily resigned from role as leader and passed on the duty to Spencer who had assured her he could handle it. She didn't doubt him, however she was worried he wouldn't be able to carry the weight of leading Alexandria on his shoulders. It wasn't a burden but leading the community at a time of need and uncertainty wouldn't be easy.
She was in no position mentally to lead the community and instead busied here self in her home. She remained out of site except for a visit to see Jessie and Tara. Avoiding the community had been easy for her. She spent what felt like days crying over the death of Reg and Aiden and when she could finally see straight again she busied herself with work. She was still competent enough to read over supply lists and the inventory of the pantry and armory. Busy work. She could do that. It took her mind off of the heartache she was feeling.
A knock came from the door, causing the older woman to let out a sigh and stand from her desk. It was probably just another casserole or baked good being kindly offered to her. She was quite surprised to see Glenn as she opened the door. "Hello, Glenn. What can I do for you?" She asked as she stepped aside and welcomed the man into her quite and empty home.