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

to get us settled,” I said.

“Settled where?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You cannot afford anything in this zip code on what you make at the library.”

“My parents still have the old cedar-shingled house in Boston,” I said, keeping my voice entirely neutral. “The neighborhood is quiet, and the schools are excellent.”

Daniel snorted, a sharp,continue reading …