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

for a moment. My chest rose and fell hard enough to make my ribs ache. I could still hear Bradley’s voice. Still see Sarah’s hand on his arm. Still feel the old thing inside me pacing now, no longer drowsy, no longer patient. I opened the center console and shoved aside grocery receipts, a packet of mint gum, organic dog treat coupons from a pet store continue reading …