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

you read.”

He twirled the strap of his bag. “Will Dad be there?”

“Dad has to travel for New York,” I said, opening the door for him. “But I will be right outside the room.”

He climbed in, his small frame almost lost in the leather seat. I buckled him in and closed the door with a quiet click.

Two hours later, I sat at Clara’s kitchen table. The smell of continue reading …