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

from her grasp and reaching for my coat on the hook by the door.

“Let me come with you,” Clara said, rising from the chair, her chest rising and falling quickly. “You should not have to face those people alone.”

“I will handle it,” I said, and the latch clicked shut behind me before she could reply.

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