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

The kitchen was silent now, save for the steady hum of the refrigerator.

I reached across the quartz island and pulled the blue folder toward me.

My hands were cold as I slid the documents out of the pocket.

The first two sheets were the expense forms, the signatures already dry.

The third sheet was the custody petition, the ink at the bottom still wet continue reading …