“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

The first thing I remember is the sound.

Not the crunch of metal—that came a second later—but the high, nervous revving of an engine behind us, rising in pitch like someone was pressing the gas instead of the brake.

I was leaning into the back of my Subaru, sliding a bag of shredded mozzarella next to a package of pepperoni, while my seven-year-old daughter continue reading …