I had always known I was different from my sisters. Not in the way we looked or even how we were raised, but in the way I was kept away.

While Elizabeth, Ellie, and Zoey grew up under the watchful eyes of the American public, I was thousands of miles away, attending a prestigious boarding school in London. My world was filled with centuries-old traditions, afternoon teas, and whispered gossip in candlelit dormitories. Politics were something I read about in textbooks or caught snippets of during calls home—never something that touched me.

That was the deal, I suppose. My mother always said she and Dad wanted one of us to have a normal childhood. Or at least as normal as it could be when your father was the President of the United States. So, while my sisters lived under the relentless gaze of the press, I spent my days debating philosophy, perfecting my posture for ballroom lessons, and sneaking out past curfew with friends who had last names as heavy as my own.

For years, it worked. I was anonymous. Free.

Until now.

Now, it’s an reelection year. Now, Dad’s advisers are whispering about “optics” and “family unity.” Now, reporters have somehow figured it out—that President Bartlet has a fourth daughter, hidden in plain sight. And suddenly, I’m being summoned back to Washington, dragged into a world I was never meant to be part of.

The White House isn’t just home to my father—it’s a battlefield, and I’m about to be thrown straight into the war.