Under_The_Whispering_Door_by_TJ_Klune

EPILOGUE
On an evening in the middle of summer, Nelson Freeman said, “I think it’s
time.”
Wallace looked up. He was washing the counter after another day manning
the register of Charon’s Crossing Tea and Treats. Hugo and Mei were in the
kitchen, getting their prep done for the following morning. It was good work,
hard work. He was tired more than he wasn’t, but he went to bed every night
with a sense of accomplishment.
It certainly didn’t hurt that he and Hugo worked as well together as they
did. After the Manager had left, and once the fiery shine of living had faded
slightly, Wallace worried that it was too much too soon. It was one thing
having a ghost living in your home. It was something else entirely to have
them made flesh and blood and sharing a bed. He’d thought about moving
somewhere in town to give them some space or, at the very least, to another
room in the house.
Nancy had decided to move back to where she’d come from, and her
apartment had become available. She’d come to say goodbye, hugging Hugo
before she left. She looked … brighter, somehow. She wasn’t healed, and
probably wouldn’t be for a long time, if ever, but life was slowly returning to
her. She told Hugo, “I’m starting again. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back.
But I won’t forget what happened here.”
And with that, she left.
Hugo had shot down the idea of Wallace taking her apartment over with a
grumpy expression, arms folded. “You can stay here.”
“You don’t think it’s too soon?”
He shook his head. “We’ve got the hard part out of the way, Wallace. I
want you here.” He frowned, looking unsure. “Unless you want to leave.”
“No, no,” Wallace said hastily. “I rather like where I’m at.”
Hugo grinned at him. “Do you? And what exactly do you like about it?”
Wallace blushed, mumbling under his breath how cocky Hugo had
become.
And that was the last time he’d mentioned it.
Shortly after his resurrection (a word he tried not to think too much
about), he had Hugo call his former law firm. At first, no one would listen,