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

pretending he could hold the words back, and said, “I know your life is crowded and complicated, but I love it. I love you in it.” Nobody had said anything to me in years that did not involve practical logistics or urgent needs. I stood there with my hands in soapy water and let myself be loved because I wanted to know what that felt like again. When continue reading …