Lydia heard voices outside and glanced up, but the people kept walking. She put down her crocheting and leaned her chin on her hands. It had been another slow morning at The Gallery. The occasional tourist wandered in, but no one from town had stepped foot in the shop since the wedding. It didn’t take a genius to figure out something was up. She pulled out her phone. Two minutes on social media and a few texts confirmed her suspicions. A small group of friends loyal to Justin had taken it upon themselves to put things right, by which they meant that they were determined to exact revenge on Justin’s behalf.
The door opened, but it was only Eve stopping by to see how things were going.
“Hi, Mom.” Lydia barely glanced up from her phone.
Eve joined them at the counter. “Do you think being o
