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

She stood up the moment she saw me, her canvas purse clutched tightly against her stomach. Her fingers were wringing the strap of her bag, her knuckles white in the dim light of the lobby.

“Tell me it is over,” Clara said, her voice gasping and thin. “Tell me you didn’t let him take Toby.”

“It is over, Clara,” I said. “I have sole custody. Toby is coming continue reading …