MasukIt 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 second story began with a public defender in Brooklyn.His name was Alejandro Cruz. He had two hundred and forty active cases. He sat across from Mia Perez, now Mia Carter, in his Brooklyn office one Saturday and described what it meant to have two hundred and forty active cases. He described a client who had waited eleven months for her case to move. He described what the system did to people who needed someone on their side and could not find one.Mia wrote it all down.She had come to Cruz's office because she had been building something. The Carter Group Foundation had started with one family in Flatbush, a housing case that her litigation team had taken on pro bono after she partnered with a legal aid organization run by a woman named Dr. Adaeze Okafor. The case had closed in three weeks. The family stayed in their home. A senior lawyer on Mia's team named Jonas came to her office afterward and said he felt like a lawyer again.That was the beginning of the foundation.But si
Mia Perez woke up in the wrong bed.That was the simplest way to say it. She was twenty-six years old, a managing director at a mid-sized litigation firm in Manhattan, and she had spent the last five years looking for the man who had saved her life. She had been nineteen the night it happened, walking home from a late class when she stumbled into a staged mugging near the East River. A stranger had shielded her with his own body, driven the attackers back, and then disappeared before she could learn his name. She had memorized two things about him. His face. And a small mole she had glimpsed on his right shoulder.She had spent five years searching for that face.The night she found him, or believed she had, she pulled him away from a hotel bar with the recklessness of someone who had been patient for too long. She did not examine the shoulder carefully enough. She did not think clearly enough. She simply acted on the certainty that five years of longing had made sharp and unreliable
October arrived and the Family Court Retroactivity Review Act moved.Not as fast as Rosa had hoped. Nothing moved as fast as Rosa hoped because Rosa was twenty-two and had been building things since she was thirteen and had not yet fully accepted that the speed at which things moved in the Senate was irreducible.But it moved.Park had the coalition. The access framework's twenty-five-year track record gave her the evidence base. The three circuit decisions on retroactivity gave her the legal precedent. Nora's collection gave her the human stories that Senate colleagues needed to explain their votes to constituents.The bill moved through committee in October. Eight to four. Not unanimous. But enough.Rosa called me after the committee vote.She said: Eight to four.I said: Not unanimous.She said: No.I said: Who voted no?She told me.I said: Three of the four are from states with active family court systems that will be affected by the remedial requirements.She said: Yes.I said:
August and Rosa graduated from Columbia Law.She graduated in June formally. The ceremony was in June and all five of us were there and Killian held Elena's hand through the whole ceremony and Elena used the other hand to photograph everything and Rosa walked across the stage with the particular composure of someone who had been building toward this moment since she was thirteen and found the moment appropriate but not overwhelming.But in August something happened that was its own graduation.Park introduced legislation in the Senate.The Family Court Retroactivity Review Act.A federal mechanism for systematic retroactivity review. A dedicated office. Staff. Resources. Application processes. Standards for the ongoing harm determination. A timeline for case review.Not case by case. Systematic.The proposal Rosa had written the previous summer. Four months of work after graduation.Park introduced it on a Tuesday.Rosa was in Washington for the introduction.She called me from the S
The Ninth Circuit ruled in June.Three to zero.The family court retroactivity argument extended to the federal-tribal jurisdictional context. The ICWA violation was embedded in the constitutional inadequacy. Joseph Littlebird had standing to seek redress.Three to zero.No dissent.Not the two to one of the Fifth Circuit. Not the three to two of earlier access cases. Three to zero. Unanimous.Rosa called me the morning the decision came.She said: Three to zero.I said: No dissent.She said: The Ninth Circuit held unanimously.I said: Tell me the holding.She read it.The inadequacy of the representation in Joseph Littlebird's family court proceeding was constitutional and statutory. The constitutional violation deprived him of independent representation. The statutory violation under the ICWA deprived him of the specific protections federal law required for Native American children in custody proceedings. The combination of both violations produced ongoing harm that met the standard
February arrived and something happened at the foundation that nobody had planned.Eloise called me on a Monday morning. Her voice had the quality it had when she was telling me something she had been holding for a few days.She said: I want to show you something at the foundation on Wednesday.I said: What is it?She said: Come Wednesday and I will show you.I went Wednesday.She met me in the lobby of the foundation's building. She was eighty-two and she had been walking the same route from the subway every Monday and Wednesday for two years and she was entirely herself on each arrival.She led me to the main program room.The room had been reorganized.Not just rearranged. Rebuilt.The walls had been covered with a continuous display. Not photographs. A visual timeline. The foundation's work from the first case in Flatbush to the present. Cases. Decisions. Papers. People.Not a museum. A working document. Pinned in a way that could be added to.At the center of the display was no
It was Kade's mother who figured it out first. We were having lunch at the townhouse, just Eloise and me, a habit that had developed quietly over the past weeks. She fed me and I told her things I didn't tell the twins, not always about them, sometimes just about work or the city or things I wa
By the following Tuesday, the entire office knew. I wasn't sure how it started. Maybe it was the way Killian had greeted me in the hallway that morning, loud and warm in front of everyone, like we were old friends. Maybe it was the way Kade had held the elevator door open for me with a look that
I did not shake their hands for long. The second I let go, I stepped back and put a smile on my face that I hoped looked more natural than it felt, because on the inside I was absolutely losing it. "What a surprise," I said, and I meant it in the worst possible way. Bendel was beaming betwe
I woke up the next morning to my head splitting in two from a migraine. I groaned and pushed myself off the bed, dreading the work day ahead of me already. After that dinner with Killian and Kade, well, the train wreck I barely survived, I had headed home and forced myself to go to bed. Unfortunate







