It’s up to you if you tell Janey or not.
It’s up to you if you tell Janey or not.The words haunted Tessa for a full day before she started to have other thoughts. She’d claimed a flu bug and stayed in her bedroom for most of the day, but she couldn’t confine herself to the fifteen-by-fifteen-foot space for another moment.
The cottage sat in morning stillness, the sunlight trying to get through the slats in the blinds Janey had drawn over the front windows.
As the clock had just ticked to eight a.m., Tessa didn’t expect to see her sister for a couple more hours at least. She took her coffee and a piece of toast out to the front porch and settled onto the top step.
After she’d finished her breakfast, she called Ron.
“Hey, sweetheart,” her husband said when he connected the call. “How’s
