The Hampton House Chapter 8

*women's fiction *mystery *friendship *saga *summer reading

Suzie’s fingers trembled as she fitted the key into the lock of the Hampton House’s back door. The sun barely remained in the west horizon, casting long shadows across the overgrown lawn. She glanced over her shoulder, half-expecting to see Mandie or Alicia step out of the shrubbery. Or to hear a cab pulling up to the gate, though intellectually, Suzie knew she wouldn’t be able to hear a car that far away.