“Can I get you something? Heating pads? Pain meds?”
Kennedy let out her breath. It was good to hear his voice. “How about the notes from today’s chemistry lecture?”
“Consider it done.”
They talked for another minute about nothing important and made plans for Reuben to stop by the Lindgrens’ tomorrow evening with his lecture notes. Kennedy warned him to come with his appetite since Sandy would almost certainly force him to stay for dinner.
They hung up, and Kennedy zipped her coat. As she locked Carl and Sandy’s house behind her, she thought about tomorrow, and peace wrapped itself around her like a warm blanket. She was glad Reuben hadn’t asked for any more details about the kidnapping. It was therapeutic somehow to talk about something as mundane as school.
Kennedy limped down the dr
