CHAPTER 53
The sun had set, and Woong was in bed by the time Sandy filled all the glasses with sparkling cider. It was almost ten, but Kennedy’s whole body was reacting to the excitement of the day. She could probably go a full week without sleep.
Her dad cleared his throat and raised his glass. “To my daughter Kennedy. I know you probably hate hearing this story, but I’ll never forget the day your mother and I brought you home to our tiny little apartment during the biggest blizzard on record. You were such a tiny little thing, and when I stopped at a red light, I started crying. Your mom thought it was because I was scared of being a dad, but I was overwhelmed by how beautiful and perfect you were, and I can’t begin to express the way God completed my life the day you were born.
“Kens
