I lost my husband and daughter just days after I got elected to Congress. Every night, the grief turns into panic. Every morning, I get up and go to work as a U.S. Representative to Congress. Today, I inexplicably accepted a dinner invitation from a tall, handsome Kennedy-type, even after his disastrous appeal for corporate tax support went south. He makes me feel some kind of way, but I’m scared. Will he be the one to bring me back to life after two years of darkness?