Will's hands were tight on the steering wheel, gripping as though for dear life as he swung wildly between hope and despair.
She was hurt. She was alive. She'd had to fight him, God, how bad had it gotten?
And the parents, fuck, why had they never looked into the parents? They'd been all over the damn city, chasing down every acquaintance and every place he'd frequented, and none of them had thought to look at his own family. It had been right there waiting for them to blunder across it and they'd—
Left her.
As the last piece hit home, Will turned to Patrick with dawning horror. "What do you mean left her?"