Will hadn't imagined he could feel worse, but then they rounded the corner into the living room, and there was Michaela, the alarm plain on her face.
Michaela had been treated monstrously by her mother after she'd come out, Will knew. She'd been understandably diffident about meeting her father's extended family, lest she be faced with more rejection. That she'd been willing to meet him today was a touching extension of trust – and this was what he had to repay it with.
He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, too tense to sit. "The Sheriff slipped through our guard. We messed up, we thought we had our bases covered. Your dad and Will Scarlet and Marian, he's keeping them all locked up. We don't know where yet, but we're looking day and night."