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

fingers on her keyboard. She looked at the screen, then looked up at me, her expression changing.

“I need to check the balance on the joint savings account,” I said.

“The money was transferred yesterday morning, Mrs. Wright,” she said, her voice dropping to a low murmur.

My hand stayed flat on the counter. “The entire balance?”

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