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

leaned back in his chair, his lips curling into a smug, thin smile. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a gold pen, turning it slowly between his fingers. He looked at the high ceiling, then at the empty jury box, as if he were waiting for a flight in a first-class lounge.

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