Scandal in D.C.
een in conflict zones, in places the world forgot. I did it because I believed
hs ago. There was nothin
Vance, was in Washington
umidity. Seven years of a long-distance marriage were finally
At Dulles
ace. I imagined her reactio
came a min
re back? Why did
e you. On my way
r parents, the Vances, had arranged. It was all so secretive, to protect her burgeoning politica
ssage stopp
house. I' m not there
ll meet y
Just... check into a hotel. The Four Seasons. I
curb, the taxi line buzzing around me. It wasn'
e anyway. I still had my key. I needed
dust sheets, like a tomb. The photos of us on the mantelpiece were gone. The books
buzzed. I
you? I told you
was sharp,
e, Kate. Our hou
security. The threats... you wouldn't understand. I ha
and you did
an't talk now. Just go to the
hung
e. Fix this. It sounded like I wa
d in the hotel, watching the news. I saw her on TV, smiling, shaking hands, always with a handsome
was just for the
Marcus Thorne, a jou
k in town, man. You
-minute thing.
n, Ethan... about
do you
The narrative is strong. People believe it.
t's politics, Marcus
ah. Politics. Just
a custom-made locket with a photo from our wedding day inside. The
t on my best suit, the one I was married in, and took a cab to t
ght. Paparazzi were everywhere, a wall of flashin
ate. Looking radiant
nd her waist, was Cody Nash. He leaned in a
art s
ding the small gift box. I just wa
pped in front of me. He was taller than
y. Where do you t
as swung
he Senator," I sai
ou and every other psycho. Get lost." He
. Questions were being sh
who ar
ou a s
man bothering
er obsessed fan, folks. Can't get close to
Kate. Her face was a mask of
rters sw
r relationship t
with Cody Nash! What a
s. The rumors Marcus warned me
fumbled with it, my fingers clumsy. I pulled up the photo I always kept there. A scanned ima
reen bright against
ear, cutting th
er hus