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

cinnamon toast filled the room, but the plate between us was untouched. Clara, my sister, wrung her hands in her lap, her face pale in the morning light.

“He is already moving the money, Emma, you have to open your eyes,” Clara said, her voice rising.

“We are trying to keep things quiet,” I said. I touched my silver wedding band, sliding it up to my continue reading …