Olivia's POV
I walked out of Lennox's room, and the moment the door closed behind us, I felt like all the air left my chest. My heart hurt. My eyes were burning. Every second Lennox looked at me with hate replayed in my mind again and again. We all went to the living room. No one talked. No one even breathed loudly. Then I turned to Levi. I didn't shout. I didn't scream. My voice came out soft… weak… but full of pain.
"Do you see what you caused?" I whispered. "Lennox hates us. He hates me. Because of what we did."
Levi looked away, his jaw tight. "Olivia… I did what I thought was right."
"What you thought was right?" I repeated, my voice breaking. "You hid him. You kept him far away. You let him suffer alone. And now—now look at him. He can't even walk. He doesn't trust anyone."
Louis stepped closer. "Olivia—"
I shook my head quickly.
"I don't want excuses," I cried. "I just want to know why this happened. Why we let it happen…"
