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

yet.

Instead, I opened a blank document and started typing. Not an official report. Not anything for public consumption. Just a record for myself of what had happened, what I’d done, and why.

I’ve learned over the years that our memories have a way of editing stories to make us feel better later. I didn’t want to forget the exact mix of anger and restraint continue reading …