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

I kept my hand perfectly still against my wedding band.

“I will need to see the paperwork,” I said.

“Sarah is drawing it up,” he said, standing up and smoothing his dark wool jacket. “It will be ready by Friday.”

He walked out of the kitchen, his leather-soled shoes quiet on the hardwood floor.

Toby came down the stairs fifteen minutes later, carrying continue reading …