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It was the day of her last law school exam. Her life was full of love and hope and promise. She’d done well at Harvard, and she was proud of that. Maybe too proud, but after all, how many people could be a good mother to a five-year-old boy and still manage to make excellent marks at one of the most prestigious institutions in the world? She couldn’t have done it without Dillon, her husband and partner in everything that mattered. He was a schoolteacher in Everett, the town north of Boston along the Mystic River, where they lived.
They were looking forward to the summer. She would have to study for the bar exam, but after that, they would have six weeks when both she and Dillon were off. She would start work at one of the largest law firms in Boston in September at a salary she’d never even contemplated, but before that, she and Dillon could spend time with each other—and with Ollie.
Dillon was her soul mate, but Ollie was the true love of her life. Her son was a precocious boy with a round face and a laugh that could wrap itself around your heart. She loved that laugh. Sometimes, when he was lying on her chest, laughing, it felt like little puffs from his soul washing over her face, and she would breathe in every giggle. It was the greatest nourishment she’d ever experienced.
She went out for a few drinks after the exams let out that afternoon. It was more of an obligation than a celebration on her part. Most of her fellow students were a few years younger than her, and single. Almost none of them had children, so they were free, and the last day of law school exams was a time to let loose. She understood that, and she wanted to participate with those with whom she’d bonded over three years. But the real celebration would be saved for Dillon and Ollie later that evening. Dillon was making them dinner, and after Ollie had nodded off to sleep, the two of them would split a bottle of wine and make love until they had no energy left. Sometimes that could be hours.
Dillon had picked up Ollie at daycare after school. He was looking forward to the end of the school year with even more enthusiasm than she was. He taught at the high school, and by the time June rolled around, everyone was worn down. Nerves were frayed for both the kids and the teachers, and sometimes he said it was like they were just hanging on, trying to get everyone to the last day of classes. Just the week before, the tension had boiled over, and Dillon had had to step in to break up a fight between some of the students. He was ready for the summer to come.