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

promised rain before dark.

I stood at the top of the wide stone steps, looking down at the street where the city buses hissed past in the midday traffic.

A dry brown oak leaf blew across my shoe, scratching against the leather before spinning down into the gutter.

Daniel was already gone, his black SUV nowhere to be seen among the parked cars along the continue reading …