Julia hugged herself as she stood on Tessa’s porch and waited for her friend to answer the door. The squall had come and gone. Annie was on her way from downtown—with their parents in tow. Julia had to do something.
The door finally opened, just as she raised her hand to knock again. Tessa didn’t open the door very far, and she peered out from behind it, only showing about an eighth of her body. Julia frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Tessa said, opening the door further. She looked past Julia and all around, then stepped back. “Did you get my text?”
Julia hadn’t gotten any texts except from Annie. “No.” She stepped forward to enter the cottage, because it wasn’t exactly summertime on the porch. Tessa closed and locked the door behind her, and a chill ran down Julia’s spine. “Tessa,”
