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

walls where his poster of the solar system used to hang.

“Is Clara coming with us?” he asked.

“Clara will come to visit us in the spring,” I said. “But it will just be you and me in the car.”

“And the blue car won’t break?” he asked, his voice dropping.

“The mechanic fixed it,” I said, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “It has a brand new part inside, and continue reading …