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

pineapple is absolutely allowed.”

She giggled, a soft, relieved sound that told me the worst of the fear had passed.

I helped her carry in the grocery bags, letting her be in charge of the pepperoni and cheese, because that felt like something she could control. Once she was settled at the kitchen table with her coloring books and a glass of milk, I continue reading …