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

like line delivery, not shock. “I totally just backed into someone. This is, like, insane.”

Her voice had that practiced singsong rhythm I recognized from every lifestyle vlogger I’d ever accidentally scrolled past.

I glanced back through the rear window at Sophie. She was staring at us, cheeks pale, breathing fast.

My anger, when it arrived, didn’t come continue reading …