CHAPTER 14
“It’s going to be all right, honey,” her mom said as she stroked Kennedy’s hair. “You just wait and see.”
Kennedy buried her face in her parents’ pillows. Did her mom seriously think that platitudes would help?
Her dad stood in the doorway of the bedroom and cleared his throat. “Sometimes news reports are wrong, Princess,” he began. “One could always hope ...”
Sandy, a longtime friend of the family and Kennedy’s pastor’s wife, clucked her tongue. “Now, you listen to me, pumpkin. What’s happening to Ian, if these reports are true, is a real tragedy, and I’m not going to pretend to have the words to say to make you feel better about any of it. None of it’s right, nothing at all, but somehow, in the midst of all this confusion and turmoil and sadness, we know that there is a Go
