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

tugging on my sleeve. “What are you looking at?”

I turned the phone so she could see.

“Remember the lady from the parking lot?” I asked.

She squinted at the screen. “That’s her?”

“Yeah.”

“She looks… different,” Sophie said.

“How so?” I asked.

She shrugged. “She looks like she’s actually listening. Not like she’s waiting to talk.”

I smiled. “Yeah,” I said.continue reading …