-Five Days Later-

The car door opened, and a wave of warm evening air brushed my face. I didn’t want to be here, but I had to- For My Stepfather.

In his words ‘People love to vote for a man with a stable family’ and that was the reason why we were all here- with my mother.

The flashes started almost immediately — the clicks, the murmurs, the “Mr. Carter!” that rang through the crowd like waves crashing over each other.

My stepfather stepped out first, composed as ever in his navy ...