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

” he said, tossing a black leather toiletry kit into the corner of the suitcase. “Maybe five, if the compliance meetings drag into Friday.”

Upstairs, the soft sound of Toby’s bedroom door closing echoed down the hallway. He had been quiet since dinner, his vocabulary homework still spread across his small desk.

“Toby’s teacher called this afternoon,” continue reading …