He grunted but said nothing. Michael sighed. “Stacia, why don’t you wait until we share our thoughts before making up your mind?”
“Does it involve politics?” she asked.
“No, it’s fund raising for a non-profit.” Michael held up a hand to stave off Stacia’s instant comment. “It’s not in your usual sphere, but it might be just the change you’ve been asking for.”
She nodded slowly. It was something new. Something to use to bury the pain until it was no longer fresh. “Send me the details and I’ll consider it.”
Her father grunted next to her. “You’re lucky to have this opportunity. You could join my campaign.”
“Never in a million years. I’m done with politics.”
Never again would she compromise her principles. She was done cleaning up rotten images, putting sweet faces on nasty people. She was done with it all.