Keith picked him up. He turned his face into Keith’s chest, and the familiar smell comforted him. He clung to Keith. “Do you want to sleep in my room with me tonight? I won’t violate your trust. I’ll just hold you until you sleep.”
“Hold me, Keith, please hold me, hold me now. I can’t believe I’ll never see them again. I c…ca…can’t.” Keith put Bobby down under the covers and crawled in beside him.
Pulling Bobby into his arms Keith kissed his hair. “Go to sleep, baby. I’m here.”
* * * *
January 3rd, Friday
It wasn’t until five that Bobby finally seemed to settle into sleep. Keith slipped out of the bed at six and went downstairs to use the phone to call Greg. “Harris…”
At least he didn’t sound as if he’d been sleeping. “Greg, this is Keith Anderson. I’m sorry to wake you so early.”
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