BYRUBYCRAMERBraddoCK,Pa.—GiseleFetter-manstoodoutsidethebedroomdoor.Itwas6:30a.m.onMonday.Thehousewasdark.Thekidswereasleep.soon,acarwouldapproachthehouseonthehill,theoneeveryoneintownknew,justpastthesteelmill.soon,herhus-bandwoulddisappearintothebackseat.Thecarwouldtakehimtoaplane,theplanetoWashing-ton,andthenJohnFettermanwouldbeatworkasaU.s.senatoruntilFriday,fourdaysfromnow.Giselelookedatthebedroomdoor,waiting.“How’sJohn?”peoplewereal-waysaskinghernow.“How’syourdaddoing?”theyaskedthekids.Giselewalkedtothebedroomtocheck.Therewasherhusband,holdinganiPad,asmallsuitcaseathisfeet.Insideweretheblackshirtsandshortshe’salwaysworn,andthenewmedicationsth...