SADIE
The television burns blue-white in our bedroom's darkness, C-SPAN's familiar banner scrolling beneath the systematic destruction of the man who called himself my father. I sit cross-legged on sheets that still smell of this morning's violence—training sweat and ozone and the particular copper tang of power pushed too hard. My skin hums with exhaustion that goes bone-deep, watching Senator Westbrook's political obituary write itself in real time.
"The Ethics Committee votes unanimously to strip Senator Westbrook of his committee memberships, effective immediately." The reporter's voice carries that particular frequency of barely contained satisfaction—the sound of powerful men becoming carrion. "This unprecedented action follows yesterday's revelations about his financial ties to kn
