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

press the dough flat.

“Do you think the lady is nicer now?” she asked.

I thought of Victoria standing in our doorway, her voice shaking as she apologized. Of the clause about volunteering with sick kids. Of the TikTok video of confidential documents and the comment chorus of heart emojis oblivious to what they were floating above.

“I think she started continue reading …