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

pay off the house early. After she was gone, I looked at Sophie watching cartoons alone on the couch with one of Rachel’s scarves clutched in her fist and realized there wasn’t enough money in the world to make me miss bedtime if I could help it.

So I went freelance. Smaller contracts, fewer hours, less prestige. But I was there when Sophie woke up continue reading …