Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

CHAPTER
21
The next day, Charon’s Crossing Tea and Treats didn’t open as it normally
did. The windows were shuttered, lights off, a blind pulled down on the
window to the front door. Those who came for their daily tea and pastries
were disappointed to find the door locked, a sign in the window.
DEAR VALUED FRIENDS:
CHARON’S CROSSING WILL BE CLOSED FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS DUE TO
SOME MINOR RENOVATIONS.
WE LOOK FORWARD TO SERVING YOU AGAIN WHEN WE REOPEN!
HUGO & MEI
Wallace floated a few feet above the back deck, watching Apollo run through
the tea plants, chasing a cadre of squirrels that didn’t know he was there. He
laughed quietly when the dog tripped over his own feet, tumbling to the
ground before picking himself up and tearing through the tea plants again.
Wallace barely felt the leash tugging at his ankle, tied to the deck railing to
keep him from floating away.
He looked down at the man standing next to him, Wallace’s knees at the
same level as the man’s shoulders.
“I don’t really remember,” Cameron said, and Wallace wasn’t surprised.
“What it was like being … a Husk. There are flashes, but I can barely make
them out, much less remember them.”
“It’s probably for the best.” Wallace didn’t know what it’d do to a person
to remember their time as a Husk. Nothing good.
“Two years,” Cameron whispered. “Hugo said it was over two years.”