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

untouchable, and how wrong that was. She talked about enrolling in a defensive driving course and starting volunteer work at a children’s hospital. She said she wanted to be accountable.

She didn’t name me. She didn’t mention Sophie. There were still little sparkles and heart emojis sprinkled throughout. She was still herself. But there was something continue reading …