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

forms are ready,” I said.

He did not look at the folder, his attention already captured by a text message on his screen. “I will get to it.”

I sat on the low stool at the opposite end of the island, watching him scroll through his messages.

His gold signet ring tapped a rhythmic, impatient beat against the polished quartz surface.

“Sarah wants to meet continue reading …