When no one answered, he sprinted to the back door and tried the knob. Thankfully, it turned. The door didn’t budge due to the increased pressure from the offset roof. He slammed his shoulder into it once then again with all his strength. With a loud squeak, it gave way, allowing him enough room to step sideways through the narrow opening. “Tilly?”
“Over here!” she answered.
He stepped over branches and made his way around, heading the direction of Tilly’s voice. “What happened?”
“The storm blew the tree over right into the living room. Raynard was in his recliner when it came down.” Her voice broke.
Frantic at the information, Dark shoved through the obstacles, ignoring the scratches and cuts. None of that mattered in his effort to get to his uncle.
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