It was only moments later when Julian and Stella, obviously ignoring Crew's orders to stay out of the way, stomped into the sitting room while Mila shrank beside me, huddling in fear as they confronted the sheriff. I found it very interesting my dad hung back, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he simply observed how Crew handled this new challenge without offering any kind of support.
It had to be hard for my father to just stand by after decades as a deputy and then a sheriff himself. I knew I was having difficulty keeping my mouth shut while Willow's agent and director both started shouting at once.
Crew finally held up both hands, his face locked in a firm yet understanding expression I wouldn't have been able to maintain, so kudos for that. "If you'll speak one at a time," he said, "I'll be happy to answer your questions."