Chapter 8
Election night finally wrapped up and Fiona watched her father make his rounds shaking hands as people said their good-byes. Her feet hurt and her cheeks ached from the standing and smiling and faking of everything.
But her dad was happy. Mom was ecstatic. Their lives would go on as they had for years. Over the past week, Fiona realized that her mom worried about losing who they were. Sure, part of it was about the status and the recognition, but she’d been a politician’s wife for so long, she didn’t know how to be anything else. Fiona wished her mother could recognize that she was more than a wife. She headed multiple charities and organized lavish fundraisers. Her mom had skills.
When the last aide closed the door, Fiona collapsed onto the couch, grateful she’d booked a room
