Every camera pivoted toward him in perfect unison, sensing a moment that did not appear on any schedule but carried the unmistakable weight of something the country would be arguing about for days.
Ilhan Omar paused mid-sentence, her hand frozen above the microphone, as though some invisible force had interrupted the very oxygen she used to speak.
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez shifted her weight backward, her heel catching the carpet for a fraction of a second, revealing a rare flash of uncertainty that rippled across her expression like heat on asphalt.
Kennedy exhaled slowly, allowing his voice to emerge not with anger but with a measured, unshakeable clarity that reverberated through the marble like a bell rung in an empty cathedral.
