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

“Not today.”

“We are going back to the house now?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “We are going back.”

He took my hand, his fingers small and warm inside my palm, and we walked out into the parking lot.

As we turned the corner of our street, the white real estate sign stood rigid against the gray sky, its sharp edges casting a long, dark shadow across the dying continue reading …