LOGINSixty-eighth percentile.Ivy stared at the screen. "I don't know what that actually means for the real thing.""It means you have time to get better at it," Callum said, peering over her shoulder. "You've got two years before the bar. That's a fine place to be for a first diagnostic.""You keep saying that.""Because I keep believing it." He kissed the top of her head. "Renata wouldn't have set this up if she didn't think you could handle it eventually. She strikes me as someone with zero patience for wasting her own time on people who can't.""She does have a very specific way of looking at you when she thinks you've said something foolish.""I got that impression the one time I met her, yes."Ivy closed her laptop, though the percentile stayed on her mind."I think I just wanted a number that told me something definitive. Instead, I got a number that tells me to keep going. That's somehow less satisfying than either a clear yes or a clear no.""Welcome to most of adult life, I'm tol
The offer came two weeks later, an email from Hargrove's Chicago office arriving while Ivy sat in her mostly-packed apartment, boxes stacked against the walls in preparation for her final year, her 2L summer internship wrapped and behind her.We are pleased to extend a contingent offer for a first-year associate position beginning next fall, upon your graduation and successful completion of the bar exam.Next fall. After her 3L year, after the bar. Ivy read it three times before calling Callum."I got it," she said. "Callum, I got the offer. It doesn't start until after graduation, obviously, I've still got a full year left and the bar to pass first, but I got it.""Ivy." His voice cracked with excitement. "That's incredible.""It happened because Renata believed in me, and because I actually worked for it," Ivy said. "You just happen to also be in the city where it's happening.""Best possible coincidence," Callum said.She called Diane next."Mom. I got the offer. Chicago. It's cont
Graduation season crept up faster than Ivy expected, the last stretch of her internship colliding with finals, her days filled with contract reviews by morning and study sessions by night.Renata caught her yawning over a deposition summary on a Tuesday afternoon."You look like you're running on fumes," Renata said, dropping a folder onto Ivy's desk."Finals next week. Then the semester's actually over.""It is almost done. Doesn't make the last stretch easier." Renata studied her for a moment. "How's the boyfriend? Chicago, right?""Chicago," Ivy confirmed. "We're figuring it out. Slowly."Renata tapped the folder. "This can wait until tomorrow. Go home. Sleep."Finals ended on a Thursday, and Ivy slept for eleven hours straight. Priya showed up that afternoon with celebratory takeout, flopping onto Ivy's couch."We survived. London confirmed, by the way. Paperwork and everything. I leave in March.""Priya, that's incredible." Ivy hugged her properly."Terrified. Good terrified." Pr
Callum drove down on Friday, arriving later than he'd planned, an accident on the highway pushing his four hours into nearly six. Ivy was waiting on her porch steps when he finally pulled up.He opened his arms. Ivy hesitated half a second before stepping into them."Hi," she said, muffled against his shoulder."Hi."They ordered takeout instead of cooking, too tired from the week to manage much else, and ate at her small kitchen table in a quiet that wasn't quite comfortable and wasn't quite tense either."I talked to Noah," Ivy said eventually. "He apologized properly. Told me he understood he'd misread the whole bonfire thing for years. I told him the truth, that I didn't want to kiss him then either.""How do you feel about that?""Relieved, mostly." Ivy pushed her food around her plate. "I told him I needed time to figure out whether we're staying friends.""Do you want to?""I don't know.""That's not really an answer.""Because I don't have one yet, Callum.""Okay." He went qui
Ivy didn't hear from Noah for four days, and when she finally did, it was a text, careful and short.Noah: Can I see you before you head back to school? I don't want anything. I just need to actually say this in person instead of hiding behind a screen.She almost said no. Sat with the message for the better part of an hour.Ivy: The coffee shop. Thirty minutes.He was already there when she arrived, no easy grin this time. He looked smaller somehow, sitting alone at their usual table."Thank you for coming," he said, standing awkwardly as she approached."I almost didn't." Ivy sat down across from him, arms crossed."I know." Noah's hands were wrapped around a coffee he wasn't drinking. "I've had a few days to think about what I actually want to say.""Go ahead.""I crossed a line," Noah said, meeting her eyes. "You pulled away. That told me everything I needed to know, and instead of respecting it, I kept building some story in my head for years about what that pulling away actually
Callum called the next morning, finally, his voice rough like he hadn't slept much either."Noah came to see me yesterday," he said, no preamble.Ivy's stomach dropped. "He what?""Showed up at my hotel. Wanted to explain himself, apparently.""Explain what?""That there's history between you two I didn't know about. A bonfire, junior year. He said you two almost kissed, that you pulled away, and he's spent years assuming that meant you were scared, not that you didn't want it."Ivy sat down hard on her kitchen chair. "There was a bonfire. We were sixteen. It was one stupid, awkward almost-moment that neither of us ever mentioned again.""You never mentioned it at all," Callum said. "That's the part I keep getting stuck on.""Because it wasn't significant to me. I'm not keeping a file on every guy I've ever talked to, Callum. How was I supposed to know some dumb thing from when I was sixteen would suddenly matter?""Maybe it didn't mean anything to you. It clearly meant something to h







