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

too busy keeping three children steady, too busy wondering whether stability was always going to feel this fragile. If there was room for anything extra, it got spent on sneakers, dental cleanings, field trips, and the occasional Friday pizza when the week had been especially hard. Then I met Oliver. It happened at a grocery store, which should have continue reading …