#sidelore

Everyone was on edge after the storm and especially after the warehouse fire, it was hard for David to get in contact with any of his family without the Ivory’s breathing down his neck or haggling him complete tasks that kept him too busy. It was late when he finally decided against better judgement to go to his brother's place. A risky move, everyone knew who the Delore’s were, minus the forgotten Sydney who everyone thought was off in the Quebec wilderness still mourning the death of his wife. The eldest were inseparable as children considering their closeness in age and being the two oldest boys. Sydney would follow in his older brothers footsteps through high school until they separated, off on their different paths through secondary school. David could feel a pang in his stomach at the thought that his brother had been claimed by the storm.

Skipping steps up to his brother's door and giving a couple raps against the wood. “Please open the door, please be alive,” he repeated under his breath, shifting his gaze back and forth to make sure no one was watching him.