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

a contract or losing his daughter to the person he’d accidentally raised her to be.

Most of all, I wanted a world where Sophie saw that power—whether it was knowledge, connections, or the contents of a drafts folder—could be used gently. Firmly, but gently.

The next few days unfolded like the slow exhale after a held breath.

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