Smack-dab in the middle of Main Street, the midsized, free standing building was the manifestation of the goals she’d dreamed up after obtaining her business management degree four years prior. For once, her family would be free to practice their craft and make a living under legal stature. It felt good. No more orders over the Internet or selling their items in other people’s shops. Avalyn’s Apothecary would be open for business in less than an hour. When the space became available, it was like a blazing beacon in the sky as far as her grandmother, Betty, was concerned. She and Avalyn’s mother, Margaret, had been contemplating moving back to Baxter for the past six months. This was the final push needed to fully commit. Avalyn thought they were crazy. She’d spent her whole life hearing about those damn Edgeworths and how they’d done poor Viola Voiles wrong. It was the only time her family had gone against the core of their belief of harming none. Her grandmother had worried the past like a dog with a bone.
