Chapter 196 A Desperate Call

The air inside the prison visitation room was thick with tension, the sterile scent of disinfectant failing to mask the underlying staleness. Genevieve sat upright, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white. Her tailored navy suit, meticulously chosen, contrasted sharply with the drab surroundings, a symbol of control amidst chaos. Beside her, Silas exuded a calm intensity, his sharp eyes scanning the room, ever vigilant. The door creaked open, and Everett entered, his orange jumpsuit hanging loosely on his lean frame. He smirked, the corners of his mouth curling with a smugness that belied his incarcerated state. "I wondered how long it would take before you came crawling," he drawled, settling into the chair opposite them.