─ 𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑬 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑨, 𝑨 𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑴. 𝑶𝑭 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺. The trees torn from the ground, sticks and limbs tossed into pools and yards, generators out, and the internet gone.
Power tools rang around figure eight. The new owner of Tannyhill walked around his property with a women by his side, her eyes red and glossy from the tears wavering in them.
"You haven't seen him since?" Mr. Wright asked the women, who he had met a few days prior to the hurricane, along with her now missing husband. "Not since before the storm." Her voice clear even considering the circumstances.
"What did the police say?" Leading her through the demolished yard. "Well, they said I have to wait 24 hours before I can report anything, but I know something's wrong."
Claiming her husband was in trouble. "Nothing is wrong. You know, it's Scooter. He knows how to handle himself in a storm."
Reassuring her the man circulating their topic was safe and content. "Well, when was the last time you saw him?"
"Uh, last time I saw him, he was prepping the Druthers with one of the kids. (Name) I believe." Guiding her into the house on Tannyhill, calling out his oldest daughters name. "You seen the Princess?"
He asked seeing Ward and Rose going up the stairs, the man holding an empty box in his hands. "She's out back" Engines power up out back and the lights are brought back to life, brightening the stairwell.
"Let there be generators" Ward joked, his friend nodding and shooting an agreeing finger his way. "Thank God. It's like living in Nicaragua. I'd like to spend my last time in this house lavished."
Rose rolled her eyes strutting up the stairs.
Placing a comforting hand on Lana's shoulder Mich leads her to the backyard. "It didn't fall near the house. Thankfully, but it was completely uprooted. Oh, look at this. Storm blew it right into the pool. Be careful with that. God, Rose is gonna kill me."
