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

forts in the living room, crawled inside them with a flashlight, and read pirate stories until all three children were shrieking with laughter. He did not move too fast, which made it easier to trust him. For months he only came over on weekends or for dinner after school, then left before bedtime unless the girls begged for one more chapter. He asked continue reading …