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

It does not. They just take more.”

She reached out and gripped my wrist, her palm dry and warm.

“He has already cleared out his closet,” Clara whispered. “The next thing he will take is your time.”

I did not answer her, but the truth of her words settled into the quiet corners of the room.

“I need to go to the village,” I said, gently pulling my wrist continue reading …