The battles had been fought. The war had been won.
But for Matthew Hesh, the most important thing in the world wasn't the presidency. It was his family.
As the morning sun rose over Washington, Matthew stepped out of the White House, for the first time in weeks without an armed escort beside him. The city was still rebuilding—workers repairing damaged buildings, citizens sweeping debris from the streets, and soldiers standing guard in key locations.
But today wasn't about politics. It was about something far more important.
He was going home.
Unlike past presidents, Hesh had never lived in the White House. He wanted his family safe, away from the chaos.
Instead, Amber and the children remained in a sprawling estate on the Newport coast, nestled between towering cliffs and the roaring Atlantic. The house was modest compared to the palatial summer homes of the elites, but to Hesh, it was paradise.