“Excuse me, Miss.” A middle-aged man was frowning at her. “Do you have the time?”
Kennedy let out her breath, wondering if it was possible to get drunk on relief. She reached into her pocket. Where was her phone? “I’m sorry ...” She tried her coat as well as her jeans. Had she really been that stupid? Had she left it in her dorm? “I can’t seem to find my cell,” she muttered only to find that the man had moved on and was asking someone else.
No phone. How would she get a hold of Willow when it was time to go? She hadn’t even paid attention to where they parked.
Why had she ever come here?
“... And Lord, we come humbly to ask that you would bless our brother Reuben. Give him peace. Let him rest well tonight in comfort and safety. May you free his heart from all fear.” Kennedy wished she
