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

ribs, every mile in my legs. As I rose to my full height, Bradley’s laughter died before he could hide it. The room went quieter than the background music. He took a half-step back without meaning to. Fear is quick. Pride is slow. The body always knows first. I straightened my tie. Wine dripped from the hem of my jacket onto the marble. I looked Sarah continue reading …