CHAPTER 20
“Hey, you’re late!”
Kennedy glanced down at Woong, her pastor’s son.
“Good to see you too,” she joked.
He shrugged. “We were supposed to start practice five minutes ago, but Mom’s in the prayer room with someone. Again.”
Kennedy hadn’t planned to help out with St. Margaret’s Christmas pageant, but after a recent stomach bug hit town, Sandy lost several of her other volunteers and begged Kennedy to step in.
It was probably for the best. Kennedy had hardly set foot off campus in weeks. She tightened her hold on her backpack, where all of Ian’s letters were stored in his grandma’s binder. She glanced around the sanctuary. “Are all the kids here?”
Woong shrugged again. “Becky’s sick. She’s home throwing up, and Brian’s got the stomach flu, and Grant has a fever.”
Good thing
