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

mistakes.”

There was another silence, shorter this time.

“What do you want?” he asked. The desperation was no longer hidden.

“I already told you what I want,” I said. “I want your daughter to walk through my front door, look mine in the eye, and apologize. For hitting our car. For scaring her. For being cruel when she knew she’d done wrong.”

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