*Crease Pack*
Arthur's POV:
The Visiting Room.
"Wait here. I'll get him to see you," he said before disappearing down the hall.
I stood by the table, tapping my fingers against the cold steel surface. My mind raced with the questions I needed to ask. Why had he been arrested? Did he really have anything to do with that pack? And who was he truly?
The door creaked open, and I turned to see him—a man in his mid-fifties, his face weathered by time and grief. His eyes, though tired, were sharp and calculating. This was a man who had seen much and lost even more.
"Elara’s father," I muttered under my breath as he dragged himself to the seat across from me.
For a moment, we simply stared at each other, sizing one another up. Then he broke the silence. "The lawyer already told me about you
