“Nanc,” Noah called out, using his key to let himself into his youngest sister’s home - located only a few couple of houses away from each other. “I brought grocery money.” He announced, navigating through the home fairly easily. He stopped by Abe and Nate’s room, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous bunk beds before he finally found Nancy in the kitchen. “You all set for Saturday? I’m going to Ormond’s today after work, I can grab anything you need.” He gave her a smile, leaning against the counter top and grabbing a mandarin from her fruit bowl.
He had been worried about her since the news report of Brandon Harris had come through and though he knew Nancy could take a lot, he knew her enough to realize this was a heavy shit to be dealing with. He had treat Brandon and that boy should not be alive. “Are you holding up, okay?” He asked with a pointed look, not needing her bullshit about always being alright. “Really.”