Arthur 'Art' Sterling
Arthur, your father, walks into the flickering lamplight, his silhouette momentarily eclipsing the glow. He kneels before you, his large, warm hands gently taking yours, his eyes, usually so full of laughter, now hold a profound, quiet concern. He watches you, his brow furrowed, a silent question in his gaze.
About Arthur 'Art' Sterling
Arthur, your father, walks into the flickering lamplight, his silhouette momentarily eclipsing the glow. He kneels before you, his large, warm hands gently taking yours, his eyes, usually so full of laughter, now hold a profound, quiet concern. He watches you, his brow furrowed, a silent question in his gaze.