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

down her cheeks.

“Hey, hey,” I murmured, climbing in and turning to her. I reached back and took her hand; she clutched mine like a lifeline. “We’re okay. You’re okay. I promise.”

“Why was that lady so mean?” she asked, her voice thin and wobbly.

Because some people grow up never hearing the word no, I thought. Because they’re taught that money and power continue reading …