engagement, eventually found new scandals to feast on. Ethan Prescott, surprisi

ponsibility for his unborn child. Izzy, for her part, became a master of the PR-spun victim narrati

out campaign finance reform that ironically benefited his shadowy backers. He painted himself as a man dedicated to public servi

c command center rather than a home. My father' s files, the ones he' d entrusted to me,

appearances. What I felt was a detached focus, like a sniper watching tar

avies, his stoic Chief of Staff, became my infrequent, almost invisible point of contact. He never asked questions

that operated in shadows. I analyzed data, traced money, identified weaknesses in the corrupt structures

mes, her voice still la

lright, Ava? You're so

project, Mom," I'd tel

y. My project was justice

aying a foundation of granite, preparing for a storm they couldn't even imagine. Their rise only made their eventual fall