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

the first sheet of expense reports out of the blue folder.

“These figures are off by forty dollars,” he muttered, pointing his pen at the top line of the September travel sheet.

“I can check the receipt in the morning,” I said, keeping my hands flat on my lap.

He signed his name at the bottom of the first page, the blue ink flowing smoothly onto the white continue reading …