"I heard you on the phone before, Olivia," he admitted. I know you were calling friends, and no one was available to help you."

"Oh... you listened in on my private conversations, did you?" I felt my cheeks grow warm and red, caught in my little white lie.

"I couldn't help it. Besides, I knew you would act as if everything was fine, even if it wasn't."

Well, he had me there. I had made some calls right before dinner and either discovered my  network of friends were out of town or otherwise unavailable. My best friend, Maria Nuñez, would be able to open the shop, but with five children...