Rose's Pov.
It has been almost a month since I last heard from my father, so I decided to go see him for the first time since he got locked up. His cell was darker than the night, and the odour of decayed human waste let a stench so strong in the air that I had to cover my nose. "Give us some time alone," I said to the guard that followed me into the cell.
"We are not allowed to do that." His reply was cold.
"Please, let me have this moment with my father, I haven't spoken to him in a long time, please."
"No"
"There is no point begging him," my father said, his voice sounded dry and tired.
