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

a thin paperback from his canvas backpack. “It has pictures of the harbor.”

“We can read it after dinner,” I said.

I set two bowls of vegetable soup on the pine table, alongside a plate of Clara’s muffins. Toby sat down, his knees knocking against the sturdy wooden legs of the table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his yellow pencil, placing continue reading …