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

I’ll be there in a minute.”

Sophie nodded and padded toward the kitchen.

“Mr. Cross,” Cameron said quietly, “might we speak privately?”

I stepped out onto the small front porch and closed the door behind us.

He handed me his phone. On the screen was a document drafted in clean, precise language.

It listed, in bullet points, exactly what I’d demanded: enrollment continue reading …