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

folder, I laid the blue fountain pen. It was a brass Parker pen my father had given me when I graduated from college. The ink was a deep, midnight blue that took a few extra seconds to dry on thick paper.

Daniel hated cheap ballpoint pens, so I knew he would reach for the fountain pen if it was the only one on the counter.

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