The next afternoon, I was whistling to myself as I walked down the hall to Colby's room. When I stepped into the room, my smile disappeared.
Colby was practically curled up into the fetal position and he was sobbing.
"Colby? What's wrong?" I said as I hurried to the side of his bed.
"Max," he sobbed. "The cops... They called my parents. I didn't want them to know. If they--"
He hiccuped as he tried to control his crying.
I took his hand and tried to soothe him. "Colby. Calm down. Shh... It'll be okay. That's better..."
Colby's crying softened and he started to settle. He suddenly jerked his hand away from me and his body stiffened. His eyes widened in terror and he looked past me. I turned around to see an older man and woman enter the room.
"Oh my goodness!" the woman cried. "What
