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

between his fingers, his thumb moving in a slow, practiced circle that showed his mind was still miles away.

“Toby,” I said, stepping forward.

He looked up, his pale face brightening slightly as he saw me standing by the glass doors.

I knelt down on the cold floor, ignoring the dampness of the mud the other children had tracked in, and continue reading …