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

for a change,” I said, putting my arm around his shoulders.

“Are we going to live in a house with a garage?” he asked.

“A smaller house,” I said.

“But it will have a yard.”

“Will my bed fit?” he asked, his halting voice dropping even lower.

“Your bed will fit perfectly,” I said, though I had not yet seen the bedrooms of the Boston rental.

I reached down continue reading …