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

smelled of synthetic vanilla and damp raincoats.

Janice, the agent who had handled three listings on our block, sat behind a wide glass desk that showed the polished oak floor beneath her feet.

“Emma,” she said, her smile faltering for a fraction of a second before she smoothed her skirt. “I was just about to send you an email.”

“My sister saw the sign continue reading …