May God comfort the whole family,

him a “clueless rich kid pretending to be a senator.”

Laughter flickered, then died. The room shifted, waiting for him to crumble.

Instead, Barron stood. Calm. Controlled. Dangerous.

The chamber hadn’t expected a boy; it expected a caricature.

Barron’s height, his name, his family—everyone thought they knew the script.

AOC’s attack was supposed to be the continue reading …