Olivia's POV
I stood there, frozen, watching Lennox stare at the stairs like they were a mountain he could never climb again. His back was straight, his jaw tight, his hands gripped the wheels of the chair so hard his veins stood out. He was trying so hard not to show pain. Trying so hard not to break before everyone… I knew Lennox; he hates showing vulnerability, and even until now that trait was still in him. And while he was in such pain, I just stood there—feeling like the most useless person alive.
Because everything about the way he looked at those stairs told me one thing: he hated it. And he hated us.
And the sad truth?
He had every right to.
My chest tightened so painfully I almost couldn't breathe. I wanted to walk to him. I wanted to hold his shoulders, bury my face in his neck, whisper "I'm sorry" a thousand times until the words lost their meaning. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to tell him everything I kept in my heart for four years.
