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

and took the pencil from his hand, placing it in my pocket alongside the bank statement.

“Let us go for a drive,” I said.

“We need to see if the blue car is ready for a long trip.”

We walked around to the front yard, where the cheap sedan sat in the shadow of the house.

Toby climbed into the passenger seat, his boots kicking against the continue reading …