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

couch while watching a movie we’d seen three times already. Afterward, I read her two chapters of her current favorite book instead of one.

By the time she was asleep, the house was quiet and dim, lit only by the amber glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains.

I sat back down at my desk and opened my email.

No new messages from Margaret. continue reading …