Taylor

At that moment, Kennedy enters from the garage. Observing our embrace, she reads the situation as a bad outcome from my appointment. She leans against the closed door with tears filling her eyes.

Jackson escorts me toward his wife. “Bad day at the Y?” He asks the crying Kennedy.

She cannot speak, so she only shakes her head left to right.

“Then why are you in tears?” I inquire.

Kennedy explains the scene she witnessed upon entering. Her mind ...