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

voice was softer than it had been in the parking lot.

“Hi,” she said, looking directly at Sophie. “I’m Victoria. I’m the person who hit your dad’s car today.”

Sophie pressed closer to my leg. She didn’t answer.

“I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry,” Victoria continued. Her hands twisted together in front of her, knuckles whitening. “I was… I was looking continue reading …