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

get out of here,” he said. “I have a two o’clock meeting in the city.”

I followed him through the crowded dining room and into the quiet, carpeted lobby. The air near the entrance was cooler, smelling of woodsmoke and damp earth from the street outside.

“Daniel,” I said, catching up to him near the host stand.

He stopped, his hand already continue reading …