Logan
Emily and I stand next to each other, our hands connected, and we say goodbye to the people of the political campaign event. The energy of the house became more electric after my speech, excitement bubbling from within different sets of people. Everyone, including my father, had good things to say to me, words of wisdom that they wish to bestow upon me before parting.
Emily leans into me, putting her full weight into my side. I wrap my arm around her and stop shaking peoples hands, opting for a simple wave instead. I look down at her and press a kiss to the top of her head during one of the small gaps between groups, whispering to her that it will only be a couple more minutes until we can get back into the car and go home.
Out of the corner of my eye, though, I watch as my father
