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

party and Cameron listed only as guarantor.

“I’ll have this formally drawn up and signed by both Victoria and myself,” he said. “You’ll have scanned copies by Monday morning, and hard copies by courier if you prefer.”

“This is acceptable,” I said, scanning the paragraphs again to make sure there were no hidden escape hatches. “Make sure the volunteer continue reading …