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

where I hoped to work.

I did not hesitate as I lowered the nib of the pen to the white paper.

I wrote my name in clear, deliberate cursive, the blue ink flowing smoothly across the line.

I signed the second page, then the third, committing my remaining savings to the move without a second thought.

The ink was still wet, a deep, dark blue continue reading …