Emma Signed Over Her Kitchen Island to Keep Toby Safe in Massachusetts

pencils in my desk upstairs,” Daniel said, looking toward the hallway. “The good ones, with the heavy lead. You shouldn’t be using these cheap ones.”

“He likes that pencil, Daniel,” I said, stepping between them to hand Toby the small metal sharpener from the drawer.

“It is just a pencil, Emma,” Daniel said, dismissively. “The point is the work. He needs continue reading …