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

Her mother, my wife Rachel, died two years ago from ovarian cancer. Six months from diagnosis to funeral. Half a year of hospital hallways, surgical consults, chemo schedules, and Googling medical terms at three in the morning while pretending I wasn’t crying in the next room.

Sophie had been five then. Old enough to notice her mother’s hair falling continue reading …