The day after Christmas was a slow time for the bookstore. Alex normally found it frustrating, if not downright boring, but this time she was relieved.
She didn't need one more person to look at her concernedly and ask her how she was holding up. Or worse, asking her what went wrong.
I heard about the signing. Do you think she thought the island wasn't worth her time? one man asked Alex that morning.
Are you sure you had the right date? Maybe she meant next year instead. That remark nearly made Alex deck the woman, like she had no idea how to read when she owned a damn bookstore.
Chris finally came in for his shift, allowing Alex to retreat to her office. But as she went over her spreadsheets, she only felt more hopeless. She'd been issuing refunds since the signing, and with every one
