CHAPTER 12
KENNEDY WOULD NEVER believe any of those suspense novels that had the heroines screaming in every chapter. Her breath caught in her throat, every muscle in her body seized up at once, and she stood paralyzed, staring at the form in the doorway.
When she saw Pastor Carl, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to throw herself into his arms for a bear hug or collapse on the ground like a lump of gelatinous mold.
“You know him?” Willow asked. She had snatched the hardcover Bible off Kennedy’s shelf and held it high above her head.
“It’s ok. This is Pastor Carl.” She laughed nervously, picturing Willow swinging the huge book in an attempt to ward off an attack. Silly as it looked, it was more than Kennedy had thought to do. “What are you doing here?”
Carl was winded. He put his hands on
