CHAPTER 47
There was a knock on the door. “Kennedy? Kennedy?” It was her mother.
She opened her eyes enough to glance at the clock. Quarter after one.
“Kennedy?”
“Maybe we should just let her rest.” She recognized her dad’s muffled voice.
“What if she’s hurt?”
“Here, I can unlock the door for you both.”
Kennedy squeezed her eyes shut and held perfectly still while Sandy stepped in. She ran her hand across Kennedy’s forehead and clucked her tongue. “Poor little lamb. She’s fallen asleep.”
“Should we wake her up?” her mom asked.
“What for?”
“That’s right,” Sandy agreed with her dad. “Why don’t you two go on home whenever you’re ready, and in the morning, I’ll take her to your house or let you know when you can pick her up.”
“I just hate the thought of her sad and all alone,” her m
