Will watched Daniel's face quietly for a reaction. God, it felt awful dropping this on him. The lad had seen his father shot dead as a child. Now he was as good as hearing that it could happen again.
They had to know, though. It wasn't fair to keep it from them, not when it concerned their safety and not when it concerned someone they loved. But shit, it felt cruel.
"We're all of us shaped by our stories. The Sheriff, his is a simple one: he exists to come after us. So that's what he does." He was careful with his words; he wasn't sure just how much Tuck wanted to tell Daniel. The full truth of it was hideously bleak.