Olivia's POV
I opened my mouth…
But no words came out.
How could I answer him?
How could I explain something I couldn't even explain to myself?
I could not give a four-year-old boy a good reason.
I could not give anyone a good reason.
What excuse existed for abandoning Lennox for four years?
What reason would make sense?
If Lennox were here—standing in front of me the way Liam was—the same question burning in his eyes…
"Why didn't you come for me?"
What would I say?
"I was scared?"
"I was confused."
"Louis and Levi said to wait?"
"I didn't know what to do?"
All of them sounded weak.
Stupid.
Cruel.
What ridiculous reason could justify not visiting a man who almost died because of me?
What excuse could I offer a man who would have torn the whole world apart just to save me?
None.
There was no excuse.
Fresh tears rushed down my cheeks—hot, sharp, unforgiving tears.
My throat burned as I tried to speak, but my voice broke every time.
