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

laughed. “Just keep sweet until Saturday. After that, you can do whatever you need.” My fingers lost feeling. The laundry slid from my lap to the floor. I did not cry or gasp or yell. I simply reached over, ended the call, and sat very still while the walls of my room seemed to move half an inch farther away. From the hallway came the ordinary sounds continue reading …