Chapter 81

The phone rang in the kitchen just as I was rinsing Daisy’s cereal bowl. I dried my hands on a towel and picked it up, half expecting it to be Benjamin calling from the office.

“Hello?”

“Elizabeth?” The voice was warm, a little breathless. It took me a second to recognize it—Carla, one of the women who had worked with me back in Florida when I first opened my little shop. My heart skipped.

“Carla? Oh my goodness, hi. It’s been so long.”

“I know,” she said quickly. “I thought you would be busy. Elizabeth, people are talking about your products again. The shop is… it’s busy. Really busy.”

For a moment, I thought I heard her wrong. “What do you mean busy?”

She laughed softly, almost in disbelief herself. “Someone posted about your rose lip balm online. Do you remember that batch you made right before you left? She posted a picture saying it was the only thing that helped her chapped lips, and it spread like wildfire. Now people are asking where they