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

and the kind of house traditions we could build together. He said he wanted the girls to call him Dad when they felt ready. He said he wanted to adopt them one day if that was what they wanted. Sometimes, when he said things like that, I felt a sharp guilty ache because part of me still belonged to the woman I had been before Lauren died, the one who continue reading …