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

all at once. It seeped up slowly from somewhere deep, mixing with adrenaline and something older and heavier—every sleepless night I’d spent worrying about that little girl, every moment I’d promised myself nothing else would hurt her if I could help it.

“Hey,” I said, keeping my tone level. “You okay?”

The woman barely looked at me. Her eyes did a quick continue reading …