“You have one more gift.” He reached for Jack’s last present. It was slim and flat, and as Ethan tore into the paper, it was Jack’s turn to bite his lip. Jack gripped his new bear, his eyes wide. The wrapping paper fell to the carpet. A book sat in Ethan’s hands, hardbound in navy blue. Printed on the cover, beneath the same picture of him and Jack from the Rose Garden that he had tucked away on his desk in Des Moines, were the words “Year One.” He breathed in slowly, flipping the book open. Pictures from the campaign dotted the first half page, followed by Jack’s election victory night. In
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