The Cottage on Nantucket, Chapter 11

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

Janey opened the binder, but she pressed her eyes closed. She carried a huge weight on her shoulders and in her mind, and sometimes she felt like she could only move her arms. Flail would actually be a better word for how much progress she’d made in the past couple of years.

In a moment of time, she could think about a dozen things. The emails she needed…