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

the silver wedding band on my left hand.

He did not look at me. His gaze was fixed on the blue travel folder I had placed on the corner of the quartz counter, right next to the fruit bowl.

“There is no point in dragging this through two years of court,” he said, tapping his ring once more. “We both know where this is headed.”

“We do,” I said.

He reached continue reading …