I glanced at the clock, anxiously. 10:28 at night. What time was it in L.A.? "'Night Rufus," I whispered, biting my lip. I didn't want him to hang up, but what was I supposed to do? Force him to stay on the line all night? He probably had to get up early in the morning, and if he thought Parker was going to be fine, he was probably right.
"Good-night Cam. And he'll be alright, don't worry. He's a touch little buggar."
I chuckle half-heartedly. The kid had broken his arm a couple months ago. Didn't cry a bit, I knew as well as anybody Rufus was a 'tough little buggar.' "Thanks. Sorry to wake you up."
"Sweet dreams."
I flipped my cell phone closed and headed up the stairs to my room. I couldn't seem to get the picture of Parker on the couch out of my head. The poor kid.
Somehow, I had fallen into a restless sleep before my mom had gotten back home.
