Epilogue
Charles woke to an empty bed on the eleventh of December. One glance at the clock on the bedside table had him tumbling out from underneath the cover. “Hubert! We’re late!”
He spun around before stumbling toward the chest of drawers where he now had his clothes. They would be late for work. Where the hell was Hubert?
“Hubert!”
“Yes?” Hubert appeared in the doorway, dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“We’re late! Why didn’t you wake me?” He ruffled around in the drawer until he found a long-sleeved T-shirt.
“You looked cute snuggled up underneath the covers.”
Charles whirled around to stare at him. “Have you forgotten we have a*****e to open?” The candy shop had been packed lately. Charles assumed it was the approaching holidays.
“No,
