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

out into the night. The air outside was cool and damp and smelled faintly of fresh-cut grass. The country club grounds spread in elegant silence beneath strings of warm lights and carefully placed lanterns. Manicured hedges. White stone fountains. Imported trees that had been uprooted from one life and replanted in another until they looked like they continue reading …