CHAPTER 14
Jodie looked tired and even more timid than normal when she opened the door for Kennedy and Nick. She put her finger to her lips. “My grandma is trying to get Charlie to sleep.”
As far as she could remember, Kennedy had never met Charlie, the Abernathys’ nephew they adopted last fall.
Kennedy slipped her shoes off while Nick gave Jodie a big hug. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
And that’s when Jodie started to cry. Huge drops that seemed to defy just about every law of gravity and physics slid slowly down her cheeks, dissolving into the yellow and brown shag carpet of her grandmother’s house.
“I’m sorry,” Nick repeated.
Kennedy was always at a loss in situations like these, always felt as clumsy as a court jester when she tried offering comfort to someone. She looked around.
