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

and placed it in my coat pocket. “Thank you.”

I walked back to my car, the cold autumn wind pressing against my coat. The hum of the traffic on the main road felt distant, like a radio playing in another room.

I sat in the driver’s seat, parked three blocks away from Toby’s school. The heater hummed, blowing dry, warm air against my ankles.

I pulled my continue reading …