Six months after Morrison's conviction, the Domestic Violence Services Expansion Act came before the full Senate for a vote.
Emma watched from the gallery, Daniel on her lap—now ten months old and squirming with the restlessness of a baby who'd recently learned to crawl and wanted to practice constantly. Alexander sat beside her, one hand on her knee, the other ready to grab Daniel if he launched himself toward the railing.
The past months had been a whirlwind. After the committee vote, Emma's team had worked tirelessly lobbying individual senators, organizing grassroots campaigns in key states, coordinating with other advocacy organizations to build a coalition supporting the bill. It had been exhausting, all-consuming work that left Emma falling into bed each night too tired to worry about theoretical networks of enemies Victoria had warned about.
