“Is it ...” Kennedy wasn’t sure how to ask the question. Wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer. “Does it have anything to do with the epidemic?” She didn’t speak over a whisper. She tried not to glance at Willow, who was offering her a sympathetic look from the dining room table.
Kennedy heard a noise in the background of Sandy’s call. She thought she recognized Carl’s voice but couldn’t tell what was going on. Was he coughing? Crying out? Her throat seized up.
“Kennedy, I’ve got to go. Why don’t you grab Woong and meet us here at Providence.”
Kennedy had never heard so much fear in Sandy’s voice before. She croaked out “Ok,” but Sandy had already disconnected the call. Kennedy stared at the blank screen.
“Was that your pastor’s wife?” Willow asked.
“Yeah, she’s taking Carl to Pro
