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

had lived here before us. She set the basket on the counter and took a deep breath.

“It is so quiet here, Emma,” she said.

“The street ends at the marsh,” I said. “We only get the mail truck and the school bus.”

“Daniel called me on Tuesday,” Clara said, her voice dropping as she unbuttoned her collar. “He wanted to know if Toby had continue reading …