“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 that reduction was growth. I had traded leather for linen. Traded grease under my fingernails for a keyboard and quarterly reports. Traded midnight rides and bonfire meetings and men who would have bled for me for neighborhood barbeques where nobody said what they meant and everyone kept score anyway. I had eaten tiny food on giant plates. I had continue reading …