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

under the desk lamp.

I set the pen down and watched the signature dry on the page.

I folded the signed pages and slid them into the self-addressed envelope the agent had provided, ready to be mailed first thing in the morning.

My hands did not shake as I sealed the flap, pressing the adhesive down with my thumb.

For the first time in eight years, the choices continue reading …