19: Only the HauntedTravis handed the cab driver a hefty tip and slammed the rear taxi door. With one hand holding their only bag of luggage, he reached for Gwen’s hand with the other. Their fingers interlaced, and they headed to Hank’s front door. Travis knocked, and they waited.
The door swung open, revealing Hank’s tear-stained face.
Travis dropped the bag and his wife’s hand and grabbed Hank’s shoulders, as if he thought the old man would pass out. “Hank, what’s wrong?
Wide-eyed, Hank sniffled and shook his head. “Come. Sit with me at the table. I have tea brewing.”
Travis and Gwen followed Hank through the living room and into the kitchen. They sat without being told to again and remained silent.
Hank poured three cups of tea and turned to face his best friend’s family. “Travis,
