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

normal. But kneeling there in spilled wine with her smirk aimed at me like a blade, I finally understood what she had really wanted. Not normal. Tame. A man on a leash feels a lot like a civilized man from a distance. My hand landed on a shard of broken crystal lying near my knee. I didn’t pick it up to use it. I just let my fingers find its edge. continue reading …