Chapter 30Pauly stuck his head in the door. Cam was ensconced in the back bedroom of Pauly’s apartment with a bottle of painkillers and orders to remain in bed for a few days. The lights were low, so he crept in quietly with a big arrangement of flowers. As he was setting it on the table, a voice sounded from the bed.
“You’d make a lousy burglar.”
He turned and smiled at Cam.
“I thought you were asleep,’ he said softly.
“I probably should be,” Cam replied. It was well into the third day before she was awake and cognizant enough to answer any questions. She patted the bed and reached out to hug him as he sat down beside her. She held on to him longer than usual. “What beautiful flowers! How are you doing, son?” she asked before he could speak.
He smiled at her. “I’m doing fine,” he sai
