" She’s a good kid,” the senator said. No matter how many times I replayed it in my head that night—as the plane descended and touched down, as we drove away, as my body welcomed my bed but my brain refused to yield—it still sounded like he was talking about somebody else. An intern, maybe, or a friend’s child. Not his own. “She’s a good kid” was the beginning and the end of that thought. It was the sentiment of somebody who wasn’t curious to learn any more. "

― Jenn Marie Thorne , The Wrong Side of Right