LOGINIt took an entire bottle of bourbon to make me forget what I had done days ago and an entire barrage of messages from Killian to bring me back to reality. I grimaced at my phone screen when another text from him popped up. This was his fifteenth one in three days and even after I blocked him, Killian still found another way to contact me.
It was frustrating to say the least. I wanted Kade to fall for me and yet, I made his twin brother obsessed with me. Great going, Mia. I read the text this time, not ignoring it like I normally did. It’s been days Mia. I’m not sure if I did something wrong for you to ignore me so much but I can make it up to you. Come on, let’s have dinner with my family tonight. My treat. I promise to make it worth your while. I sighed and dropped my phone on my desk, my attention being pulled back to the mountain of files I had waiting for me. I needed coffee. I left my office and went down to the cafeteria, hoping that two cups of coffee would be enough to get me through the day when my ears perked up a familiar voice. “Did you hear the news, Mia? Your little crush is back in New York.” I turned to see my best friend, Clover Fields, watching me with bright eyes and her signature smile on her face. She poked me with her finger when I didn’t speak and pouted. “Come on I thought you’d be happy about this.” She mused, watching me pour out a cup of coffee. “And who might my crush be this time?” I asked, turning my full attention to her. Clover knew that I loved Kade. Hell, she knew about the mugging five years ago and how I'd spent every day since looking for the man who saved me, and she always found an opportunity to rub it in my face but she also shipped me with every man I called cute in a movie or something. So here I was playing the guessing game with her. “Who else? Kade Carter is back in New York.” I choked on my coffee and went wide eyed. “There’s the reaction I was looking for.” Clover said with a grin and continued. “Well what’s the plan? You always wanted to meet him. How are you going to do it?” “I’m not sure.” I muttered, still taken aback by Kade being back after so many years. I wasn’t sure how I was going to meet him unless… Killian’s text came to mind. Let’s have dinner with my family. That may be my ticket to see Kade. It was risky going with Killian as a date but if it was to see Kade then it was worth it. “Mia? Mia!” Clover’s voice called me back to the present. She looked at me with concern and furrowed eyebrows. “Are you okay? You went mute for some seconds there.” “I’m fine. I’m better than fine.” I told her as a sly smile formed on my lips and I rushed off. “But Mia…” “I’ll talk to you later Clover.” I shouted, leaving her behind and rushing back to my office. I barely set my coffee on the desk before I grabbed my phone and texted Killian back. Dinner with your family? Sounds great. Send me the restaurant name and time and I’ll be there. I hit send and waited, staring at the phone and biting my nails. A minute went by, then two. Just when I thought Killian wasn’t going to respond, a new text message popped up. Awesome. Don’t bother with driving here. I’ll send a driver to pick you up. Only the best for my princess. I almost gagged at the nickname but I could accept it if it got me closer to my goal of being with Kade. With a sigh of relief, I sat down and dropped my phone, focusing on my actual work. The thought of Kade was enough to get me revved up and ready for tonight. ••••• Evening came around fast but I was ready. I stood in front of my mirror for the last time, making sure that I looked good enough to appear before the Carter’s. Sure my goal was Kade but the Carter’s were one of the most influential families in the city. They were billionaires who ran in social circles that I could only dream of getting close to. Regardless of what happened tonight, I needed to make a good impression because if everything went well, I would become their daughter-in-law. I smoothened out the imaginary crinkle in my black evening halter neck gown before toying with my honey colored curls. I had paired my outfit with my best gold jewelry that made my brown eyes pop. It wouldn’t be much in the Carter family’s eyes but it was something I guess. Just as I started to fiddle with my purse, I heard the doorbell ring. My ride was here. I left the house and with the driver’s help, was led to the back seat of the car. Once I got in we were off. It didn’t take long for us to arrive at one of the biggest restaurant’s in the city. The Velvet Fork. I got down from the car and walked into the building, my eyes immediately colliding with Killian’s. He shot me a grin and approached me, waving the staff who wanted to attend to me. Once he reached me, he silently asked for my hand. I gave it to him and he kissed it. “You look beautiful.” He flattered me. I smiled back, locking my arm with his as he led me to his table. We walked to the back of the restaurant, shielded from the rest of the guests by a thin sheet wall for privacy. A pair of blue eyes locked on me and for a second I felt nervous. Eloise and Madden Carter, the heads of the Carter group, eyed me warily for a moment. Eloise's face was a stoic mask, even though a hint of curiosity flickered in her eyes. “Mum, dad, this is Mia Perez. The woman I told you would be joining us for dinner.” Killian spoke up, pulling a chair open for me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” I admitted before taking a seat and trying not to turn away from their pointed gazes. As quickly as I felt ice settle into my veins, it was dispelled when Eloise grinned at me suddenly. “It’s so nice to meet you Mia. I’ll admit, Killian told us about you only just tonight.” “Is there any special reason why our son would invite you to a family dinner just after some days of meeting with him?” Madden asked, his eyes far more skeptical of me. I glanced at Killian, silently asking if he told his parents about our rendezvous when I caught him glaring at his father. “He doesn’t know but I do keep tabs on women who fraternize with my son.” Madden answered drawing my attention back to him. “So, what’s the reason?” He asked again. “Well…” “Mia and I are dating. She’s my girlfriend.” Killian answered, taking my hand in his. I froze. “Oh that’s wonderful.” Eloise beamed. I returned her smile with less enthusiasm and opened my mouth to shut this down. I couldn’t let them think that I was here for the wrong brother. But just as I started, a voice cut me off. “Who’s dating Killian?”The unified theory paper was submitted in February.Four years of work. Sixty-eight pages. The argument that civil and criminal access rights were not distinct statutory programs but expressions of a single constitutional principle rooted in equal protection and procedural due process. That the distinction between civil and criminal was a historical accident of how the legislation had developed rather than a principled constitutional division.Okafor and I had co-authored. Clara had her own section. Two other research fellows had sections of their own. The acknowledgments were long because the work had been genuinely collective.I read the final version the night before submission.Then I sat at my kitchen table at eleven at night in the brownstone and thought about the family in Flatbush who had been the first case and about Dani who had waited eleven months and become a lawyer and about Cruz's hundred and forty cases and about the fifty-three percent wrongful conviction reduction an
The year James turned eleven was the year he designed a bridge that got noticed outside the family.He had entered the junior division of a national structural engineering competition. He had not told Kade or me he was entering. He had told Nora, who had kept his confidence with the absolute discretion she applied to anything she had been asked to keep.The entry was a design for a modular pedestrian bridge system adaptable to different site conditions. The concept was elegant in its simplicity and technically sound in ways the competition judges, who included working structural engineers, found surprising in an entrant of his age.He was named a regional finalist.The notification arrived at the school and the principal called Kade to tell him before James got home.Kade was in the kitchen when James came through the door. Kade looked at him and James stopped."You know," James said."Regional finalist," Kade said.James set his bag down carefully."I did not want to tell you until I
The Supreme Court case arrived on a Thursday morning and I heard about it from Marcus before I heard it from anyone else.A federal challenge to the criminal access bill in the Fifth Circuit. A case out of Texas that was challenging the program on federalism grounds, arguing that the bill's requirements on state court systems exceeded appropriate federal authority. It was a serious argument made by serious lawyers and it had enough constitutional weight behind it that the Fifth Circuit had agreed to hear it.Marcus called me before seven in the morning."You need to read the brief," he said. "It targets the primary right framing specifically."I read it by eight.He was right. The opposing argument had found the seam in our constitutional framework. Not the main argument. The transitional point between historical precedent and current application. The place where we moved from established case law to novel interpretation. That was the weakest joint in the structure and whoever had bui
The primary opponent appeared in March.His name was State Senator Gerald Cope. He was well-funded, organized, and running on the argument that I had spent too much energy on national legislation and not enough on New York-specific concerns. It was not a dishonest argument. It was a real critique and it was being made by a real politician who genuinely believed it.I met him at a candidate forum in April where the moderator gave each of us time to address the other's record.Cope was polished and specific. He named three New York housing issues that my office had addressed at the state level but that he argued had not received adequate federal legislative attention. He was right that the housing issues were real. He was imprecise about what federal legislative action could actually achieve versus state and city level action, but that distinction was too technical for a forum and I was not going to make it in a way that sounded like I was evading.Instead I said something different.I
Fall arrived and with it something I had been half-expecting for months.Clover called.Not a message. A call. I looked at the number and recognized it and sat with the ringing for two cycles before I answered."Mia," she said."Clover," I said.A pause. The particular silence of two people who had once been close and who had been navigating the distance between the past and the present for years."I know you probably read the magazine profile," she said.I waited."I talked to the journalist," she said. "I want you to know that I did not intend for it to be what it was. She called me about the access legislation and we talked for an hour and at the end of it she asked some personal questions and I answered them without thinking clearly about what she would do with the answers.""The Queens detail," I said. "The apartment.""Yes," she said."I told you about that apartment in law school," I said. "It was not something I had ever discussed publicly.""I know," she said. "I am sorry. I
The Supreme Court vacancy was announced on a Tuesday afternoon.A sitting justice, in her seventies, announced her retirement effective at the end of the current term. The announcement set the political world on fire in the way that Supreme Court vacancies always did, loud and fast and full of speculation.I was in a committee session when it broke. My phone buzzed six times in the space of thirty seconds and I kept it face down until the session ended.When I looked at it, the messages were from colleagues, from Preethi, from two journalists requesting comment, and from Kade, who had sent only three words.Your framework work.I understood immediately what he meant.For the past two years I had been collaborating with Dr. Okafor, who had moved to a Columbia faculty position, on the academic infrastructure that would protect the access legislation from constitutional challenge. We had been building the jurisprudential argument for why access to legal representation was a right implied







