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

but want you to think they are.

I forced my voice into calm. “You did great, sweetheart. Just stay in your seat for a minute, all right? I’m going to see what happened.”

“Okay,” she whispered, though her lower lip trembled.

I shut the hatch gently and walked to the back of my car. There was a brand-new dent in the bumper, the paint scraped off in a ragged continue reading …