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

down beside him on the damp wood.

“Is he coming back tonight?” Toby asked, not looking up from his shoe.

“No,” I said.

“He is staying at the apartment near his office.”

Toby twirled the yellow pencil between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes fixed on the brown grass near the swing set.

“Why are all the paintings gone, Mom?” he asked.

“We are getting ready continue reading …