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

belonged. Beyond the circle of brightness around the clubhouse, the dark pressed close and honest. My silver Lexus sat where I’d parked it, a car Sarah had chosen because it looked “responsible.” That was her word too. Responsible. She always said it with admiration, but she used it like a tranquilizer dart. I got in, shut the door, and just breathed continue reading …