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

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“He won’t look at his copy of the travel packet,” I said, shaking my head. “He was too busy complaining about the flight delays to read the middle page before he left for Dallas.”

Margaret looked at the blue folder, her fingers tapping a quiet, rhythmic pattern against her yellow legal pad.

“We are relying on his arrogance, Emma,” she said. “That continue reading …