CHAPTER 3
Sandy stared over her cup of lemonade and offered Kennedy an apologetic smile. “I guess I should have realized they were in a meeting. I just can’t seem to think clearly these days.”
Kennedy wondered how much she was supposed to say about what she’d overheard. How did pastoral confidentiality work in a marriage? Would Carl tell her everything anyway? If Sandy hadn’t been so focused on keeping Woong from flopping out of her arms when they came in, she would have heard Wayne and Noah’s conversation herself.
Kennedy took a sip of the overly sweet lemonade and winced.
Sandy sighed. “I declare I left my brain in Seoul when we went to pick up Woong.”
Kennedy stared at the uneaten brownie on her plate. She hadn’t seen this side of Sandy before, this tired side. This side that could
