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

you could have. I’m really trying to be better. —V

I tucked the note into the back of the lockbox, behind the agreement.

Six months later, Sophie and I were in the waiting room of the pediatrician’s office, flipping through out-of-date magazines and arguing over which flavor of ice cream we’d get afterward, when my phone buzzed with a notification from continue reading …