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

that were an unnervingly clear blue, the kind that would’ve photographed beautifully under good lighting.

“Are you serious?” she asked, incredulous. “It’s a tiny dent. I’m literally handing you cash.”

“My daughter is in that car,” I told her, nodding toward Sophie’s wide eyes pressed against the glass. “She’s shaken up. This is more than a ‘tiny dent.continue reading …