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

like they were obstacles, weird little extras attached to the real prize. I walked into the living room and found them asleep in the drifting, untidy way children always do when a long week catches up to them all at once. Harry was stretched across one cushion, one arm dangling toward the rug. Selena was curled on her side with her hair across her continue reading …