The Cottage on Nantucket, Chapter 8

*women's fiction *heartfelt *mystery *friendship *sisters

That night, an hour after Janey had downed her second glass of wine and gone to bed, Tessa snuck up the steps to the second floor, the plain white envelope clutched in her hand. Every board creaked, and she tiptoed over to the recliner in front of the windows. 

She looked out over the dark water, the tips of the waves barely catching the moonlight and th…