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

hoped she didn’t ask about the people trapped inside.

I didn’t want either of those.

What I wanted was messier: a world where Victoria learned, painfully but not irrevocably, that her actions could ripple outwards in ways money couldn’t always fix. A world where her father had to sit alone in his office and decide whether he was more afraid of losing continue reading …