CHAPTER 4
“I’d like to apologize for my son’s outburst.” Wayne wiped his mouth with one of Sandy’s floral-patterned cloth napkins.
Kennedy blinked her heavy eyelids. Somewhere in the back of her brain, her mind was shouting at her that she didn’t belong. Not here. Not now.
“Don’t worry about it.” Sandy filled his glass with more lemonade. “This is a big deal, what God’s doing in your family. It’s not going to be easy. Carl and I just want you to know that if you and Vivian ever need ...”
“I don’t know what went wrong.” Wayne shook his head. “I mean, we did Boy Scouts every week until he was in tenth grade. He did sports. I coached his Little League team three summers in a row.” He looked across the table at Carl, his eyes imploring. “Where did I go wrong?”
Carl hadn’t touched his gril
