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

worry about these things.”

He smiled, a warm, reassuring expression that did not reach his eyes.

“We can still be friends, Emma,” he said, his hand reaching out to pat my shoulder. “For Toby’s sake. There is no reason for this to be ugly.”

“No,” I said. “No reason.”

He nodded, satisfied, and turned toward his SUV.

“I will have the rest of my things out continue reading …