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

laughed at bad jokes from men I could have folded in half with one hand. I had let strangers ask if it was “hard” adjusting to “this kind of life,” as if I’d crawled out of a ditch to attend their fundraiser instead of willingly walking away from a kingdom most of them couldn’t survive a week inside. I had done all of it because Sarah said she wanted continue reading …