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

when I hit the floor. My jaw throbbed. One shoulder had slammed into the leg of the chair beside me hard enough that I knew it would bruise by morning. But none of that was what hurt. None of that was what made something dark and old lift its head inside me. I looked up, but not at Bradley. I looked for Sarah. My wife stood less than three feet away,continue reading …