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

of my children living inside a safe home. A faucet turning on. Harry complaining that Selena had taken his charger. Mika laughing once, unexpectedly, at something on television. The normalcy of it almost broke me more than Oliver’s words. He had spoken about my life like it was a shell company waiting to be emptied. He had spoken about my children continue reading …