ANMELDENDecember and Christmas at the brownstone.The family gathering that happened every year with the particular reliability of things that have been happening long enough to feel inevitable.The brownstone was full.Eloise and Catherine who had come from Paris, where she had moved the previous year to be closer to Eloise, and who arrived together from the city as they always did now, the two sisters who had found each other late and made the most of what was left.Killian and Elena and Rosa.James who arrived with blueprints because James never fully stopped working.Nora who arrived with manuscript pages because Nora never fully stopped writing.Oliver who arrived with paint on his hands because Oliver was always mid-painting something.And Kade and me. Sixty-two and sixty-one years old. Sitting at the head of a table that needed its extension leaf again and chairs that did not quite match.Christmas dinner was what Christmas dinner always was. Too much food and the right amount of nois
The fiftieth anniversary of Carter Group arrived in October.Killian had been planning for eight months and the result was exactly what he had said it would be. Meaningful rather than spectacular. Though the two were not always as different as he had suggested, because this particular meaningful thing turned out to be quite large.He had spent the eight months gathering people.Not the investors and board members and financial press that attended the shareholder events. The other people. The people who had been connected to the company's work at every stage of its history.The early employees, the people who had been with the company in its first decade, three of whom were still alive and two of whom could travel.The foundation partners. Jonas and the program coordinators and the advocacy organization staff who had worked alongside the social investment arm.The families from the access programs. Not individually, but through representatives from the advocacy organizations who could
Oliver finished the blank space in June.He painted for three days. Alone in the museum space before it opened. The museum director had given him full access and had asked no questions because she understood without asking that this was the completion of something that had been building for a long time.He called me on the third day at seven in the morning."Come," he said."Is it done?" I said."Come," he said again.I went.Kade came with me.We arrived at the museum before it opened. Oliver was standing in the center of the space looking at the right wall.The blank space was filled.He had painted exactly what he described.A girl. Eleven or twelve. Walking out of a room. You could not see the room she was leaving. You could see the door behind her and the corridor ahead of her. And beside her, not in front, not behind, beside her and slightly bent toward her at the angle of someone talking specifically to her, was a figure.The figure was not a generic lawyer. It was not suited o
The morning after the Supreme Court decision the phone did not stop.I sat at the Georgetown kitchen table at six in the morning and watched the screen light up with calls and messages from every direction the work had traveled over thirty years.Advocacy organizations. Law school deans. Policy researchers. Journalists requesting comment. Three foreign law schools that had been tracking the access framework and wanted to discuss the family court decision's implications for their own jurisdictions.Amara from London. Professor Mensah from Accra. Clara from Chicago called before her chamber opened.And from Rosa, one text message.It said: Dani filed a family court unit expansion proposal at seven this morning. Cruz said she had it drafted before the decision came down.I sat with that for a moment.Dani, who had waited eleven months in a system that failed her and had become a lawyer and had built a post-conviction review unit and was now, at seven in the morning after the most signif
The decision came on a Monday morning in June.Rosa had finished her exams and had taken her day and had come back to work and was at her desk in the advocacy organization's New York office when the alert came through.She called me before I had seen it.She said one word."Yes?"She said one word back."Yes."I stood in my Columbia office and looked at the window.Then I said: "Tell me."She said: "Seven to two."Seven to two.Not six to three.Seven."Seven," I said."Two concurrences," she said. "Rafael wrote the majority. Six justices in the majority, two concurring separately on the constitutional foundation.""Seven total in favor," I said."Seven to two," she said."The holding," I said."Children in family court proceedings have an independent constitutional stake protected by the due process clause," she said. "The existing guardian ad litem system does not satisfy the constitutional requirement where it is discretionary rather than obligatory and does not provide for represe
Spring and the decision had not come yet but the days were longer and the work continued.Oliver completed the third phase of the Metropolitan Museum installation.All of it was done now except the blank space.The museum opened the completed installation, minus the blank space, on a Saturday in April.We went. All of us.The museum had arranged a private viewing before the public hours. Just the family and a few people from the team and the museum director who had been following the installation's progress for two years.We walked through the space.The left wall first. The beginning. The families before the argument existed.The middle sections. The building years. The rooms and the tables and the corridors.The right wall. The present.And the blank space.Still blank.Four feet by four feet.In the upper right corner of the wall.The museum director came to stand beside Oliver.She said, "The visitors keep asking about the blank space.""What do they ask?" Oliver said."They ask i
It 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, Killi
The room was quiet except for the sound of our uneven breathing. My mind and body drained from the wave of pleasure and ecstasy I had just come down from. I knew that Kade Carter was an amazing man but I had no idea that he was an amazing lover as well."God, you're amazing." The man of my dreams m
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







