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

behind.”

“The house was never ours,” I said. “It was just a place where Daniel kept his things.”

We walked toward the heavy glass exit doors, our footsteps echoing in the wide, marble-tiled lobby.

The November wind hit me the moment I stepped outside onto the concrete plaza. The air smelled of damp earth and car exhaust, the sky a flat, uniform gray that continue reading …