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

No visible logos. Her hair was pulled back in a plain ponytail, and she was wearing the same unremarkable blue volunteer shirt as everyone else. The photographer had clearly caught her mid-sentence; she wasn’t looking at the camera, wasn’t posing, wasn’t curating.

She just looked… present.

I stared at the photo longer than I meant to.

“Dad?” Sophie said,continue reading …