CHAPTER 12
“So tell me, Scott, have you gotten back in touch with your friend in Washington?” Sandy pulled Tupperware out of the fridge while Woong set the table.
Scott sat across from his pastor and stared at the Lazy Susan in front of him. “No, haven’t heard anything.” He didn’t like the way his voice sounded so flat, didn’t like the sense of finality he heard in his own words.
Sandy clucked her tongue. “Well, maybe it’s all for the best. God’s got his plans. We know that much.”
Scott nodded absently. Carl and Sandy had followed his unorthodox romance from the beginning, starting with that first phone call. Of course, he and Susannah hadn’t talked about any sort of relationship at the time, but Scott spent the entire next week trying and failing to get her out of his mind. He couldn’
