Chapter 4Charles stood in the shower for a long time. When he was done, he dried off and wrapped the towel around his middle. He didn’t want to leave the tiny bathroom. It was warm and steamy, outside it wouldn’t be.
With a deep breath, he opened the door.
“Ah, there you are.” Hubert, now wearing jeans and a T-shirt, pushed a stack of clothes at him. “They won’t fit, but better than nothing.”
Charles nodded and backed into the bathroom again. The stack consisted of sweats, a T-shirt, a hoodie, and thick woolen socks. He put them on first. His feet hadn’t recovered despite the shower.
Looking like a kid in too-big clothes, Charles went back out into the kitchen.
Hubert’s gaze turned soft when he saw him. “Something to eat?”
“I’m allergic to shellfish.”
“Oh…okay, something not shellfi
