hing. I took my wife, Nicole Hewitt, from a local nobody to a congresswoman with her eyes on a Senate se

ght committee meeting, a crucial one for her campaign. I

. It was from Wesley Clark, a kid we'd taken under our wing. I mentored him, and Nicole and I

es, a simple meal of a burger and fries. In the background,

what real life tastes like. The b

place. It was where Nicole and I went when we were broke

posted a picture too, just of the food. Her caption: "A tas

r fight. But

in, looking tired but energized, the w

y love," she said,

one, showing he

?" I asked, m

her smile not fal

aith about D.C. I just took him for a quick din

ce? With th

m loving wife to annoyed boss. "You know how these interns ar

built my entire life around. The

"He' s done. The scholarship is over

oment, the mask slipped. I saw t

, Caleb. He's a

I shot back. "An

eapon she wielded better than anyone. "Fine. If it makes you feel bet

move. The trust between us, the foundation I thought w