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

of the red car.

“All right, give it some gas,” Daniel said, pointing toward the end of the driveway.

Toby pressed his thumb down on the small plastic trigger.

The toy car leaped forward with a high-pitched whine, its rubber tires spinning on the cold asphalt. It veered sharply to the left, crashing into the front wheel of my old sedan.