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

been my first warning that fate was in a mischievous mood. Harry was arguing that cereal with marshmallows counted as breakfast and Mika had gone strangely silent over a broken granola bar wrapper. I was trying to maneuver a cart one handed while fishing wipes out of my purse when a tall man in a denim jacket crouched beside Mika and offered her his continue reading …