As Maggie Fisher folded one shirt after another fresh out of the wash, she let her mind wander to a conversation she had last night with Kevin. They had been discussing Kevin wanting her to move across the country with him, so he could be around the baby when it came. Maggie did not want any part of that, Boston was his thing, he had his life there, she had her friends, her work, her life here, In Newport…
"Mags, come on, there is so much Boston has to offer a kid. Think of how we grew up, would you ever wish that upon someone else if there was a choice?" Kevin had asked her. "Do you really want this kid to call Newport its home?" I call it home, she had thought, and you used to as well. For a moment she was glad they were just having this conversation over the phone so he couldn't see her begin to tear up. Pull yourself together Maggie! She had thought, he left and you moved on and you are stronger because of it. It's just the hormones. It's just the hormones. She thought vaguely of what Kevin had said to her right after she found out she was pregnant, before everything had happened and he escaped across the country, back when things had seemed almost perfect. "It will be nice for you to have something to blame all your crazy freakouts on now." She had playfully gasped and hit him before laughing, and he had added, "but I will be there. Hit me with your best melt down, I'll be there with some ice cream and pickles… I heard that's what you're going to want."
They had argued for a good 15 minutes before Kevin had relented and hung up the phone. He was never one to stick around for an argument, especially one he knew was completely her choice. Now she was pulled back to reality as she realized that the giant pile of clothes that had towered on her bed was neatly piled in he laundry basket that sat before her. Grabbing the basket she headed down the hallway, picking up the pace since she had to be into work in a little over an hour.
If she was being truthful with herself, all she wanted was to be able to talk to Kevin the way they used to, for him to show up at her door now and say he loved her, for things to go back. She wished she could pick up and move to Boston so Kevin could be around his kid, she wished they could all be there, together, as a family, but that seemed impossible now. It was too hard to trust him anymore. The Kevin she had grown up with had never liked to play things safe and that was one of the things she loved about hi,, but she wasn't 17 anymore. Sure his actions were meant to help her, in so many ways she knew that this was Kevin's way of being there, but he had crossed the line when he had decided…
"Embezzlement," John Breyer said to his client who sat before him in a neat pair of khakis and a dress coat, "that's the main thing they will hit you with, the other charges will just work to strengthen their case. What we've got to do is convince them it was a lapse of judgment, propelled by stress and confusion. Your ass is on the line though and a guy like you… I don't think you'd last too long in jail."
"You have no idea," Kevin Hayes replied, scuffing his shoe along the floor of the law offices where he sat.
