Deliah froze upon seeing a familiar face upon their house monitoring. It has been years since she last saw him. And the memory he was in her mind was the most painful memory she had.
Micheal. It was the name of her younger brother. Born ten years after her and the treasure of the family. He was a talented boy who used to anger her for his amusement. Her naughty little brother who was taken away from them at the tender age of six.
There he stood with two other people, just outside the dead infested house of theirs. And he was stronger and powerful as she always imagined him to be. Her younger brother is just within her arms reach.
"You know him?" Harold's question made her snap out of her daze and nodded absent-mindedly. For all Deliah knows of is that her mind cannot process what she is seeing. Given the harsh parting they had, there is no reason for the man to seek them out.
