avings, Gabrie

or five years. He stood in the doorway of our small Vermont

is weight, avoiding my eyes. He was looking at my

iling her nails, a smirk playing on her lips. She was a social media influe

my voice barely a whisper. My hands, still dus

n-out couch and the stacks of books, with a look of disgust. "Wesley and I are heading to D.C

-aunt was a maid in the White House. I know people.

t-aunt was a maid? That' s your connection

s is how the world works. You two wouldn't understand. You're cont

th you! The late nights, the editing, the money we put in so

real one. We' d poured our hearts, our time, and a quiet, steady strea

credentials, a goal we had helped them achieve through ou

areer. We need the money to grease the wheels for Sabrina. She'll get us the a

s eyes like chips of ice. "S

. Get out of our house right now. I'

, a sound that mad

r me. My family didn't just have connections in D.C. My family was the conne

d to play

id, my voice stea

go to Washington. We'll settl