“They think so. Doctors are still monitoring her just to be certain.” She glanced down at the cup in her hand, then back up. “I just stepped out to grab some coffee.”
“Is there anything we can do?”
Kendra’s eyes filled. She shook her head, then shook it again as if her first try hadn’t been convincing enough.
“I’m sorry.” A short, humorless laugh escaped. “Everything is just happening at once right now.” She wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve and seemed to steady herself. “Max and I broke up yesterday too.”
Wyatt went still. “I didn’t know. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s fine. It’ll be fine. I just—” She stopped and pulled in a slow breath. “I need to get back up there.”
“Of course.” He squeezed her arm. “Tell your mom we’re thinking of her.”
She managed a small nod and slipped past them toward the elevator.
“Kendra works at the kennel at Refuge Cove,” he told Kori. “Has for a few months. She’s good with the animals. I didn’t know things had gone sideways between her and Max.”
“Sounds like she’s having a rough time.”
“Yes, it does.”
They started back toward the elevators and climbed inside.
The doors opened on the third floor.
Wyatt fell into step beside Kori and followed the room numbers down the hall.
As he walked, he began to pray.
Lord, let this woman tell us what’s going on.Let her have something worth sharing. And let her be willing. Because we’re running out of time . . . and options.
