A few blocks down the road from us, the county sheriff lived in a rustic ranch home with his beautiful wife, Mary and young son, Thomas. Mary was a teacher at our school and Thomas was in the same grade as Madison. He would come over to our house sometimes to hang out. His dad, Kolt, was well respected and loved by all. Because of him, the crime rate in Willow Creek was at an all time low. The first time I’d met Sheriff Gallagher was the year before at a family barbecue. His most noticeable features were his warm brown eyes and his gentle smile. Also the feeling of being safe in his presence was undeniable. With such a strong protector of the people living merely feet away, no one could’ve predicted the dark shadow that was about to cast itself upon our town.