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

band on my finger.

“What sign?” I asked.

“The listing sign,” she said, her fingers immediately twisting and turning in her lap, her knuckles turning white. “It is right there near the oak tree at the edge of the road, bold as brass. He is selling the house out from under you, Emma.”

“Our agreement was to wait until the fourteenth of November,” I said,continue reading …