CHAPTER 3
“Hey, there. How was your day?” Kennedy asked as Woong flung his backpack onto the seat next to her. Kennedy wasn’t sure which surprised her more, how quickly he had learned English or how fast he’d put on weight. Last summer when the Lindgrens brought all forty-two pounds of him home from South Korea, the pediatrician had said she’d guess he was only five or six, except the orphanage workers had pieced together enough of his personal history to know he had to be at least ten, probably even a little older.
Woong sulked, and Kennedy had to remind him three times to buckle his seatbelt before they could start driving. She had no idea what an ordeal it was to pick up a child from Medford Academy. The line of cars stretched two blocks down the road. If Kennedy had been even a minut
