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

behind me with a soft, pneumatic hiss. The fluorescent lights overhead hummed with a low, vibrating drone that seemed to throb in my temples. The air in the hallway smelled of old paper, floor wax, and the damp wool of winter coats.

Daniel caught up to me near the public water fountain, his leather dress shoes clicking sharply on the narrow linoleum continue reading …