Olivia's POV
The boys finally slept around seven in the morning after crying all night until their little bodies had no more strength. I sat on the edge of Liam's bed, just watching them breathe slowly. Leo's face was pressed into his pillow. Leon kept his hand on Liam's chest, like he wanted to make sure his brother was still alive. And Liam… my sweet Liam… his lashes were still wet, his lips still shaking even in sleep. He looked the most hurt. The most broken. The most scared.
I brushed his hair softly. My heart twisted.
"Liam…" I whispered. "My sweet boy… how am I going to help you heal from this?"
He was the most attached to Lennox. He loved him the most. Seeing his small body collapse yesterday replayed in my head again, and I felt sick.
"How am I supposed to be strong for you three?" I whispered. "How am I supposed to do this alone?"
I kissed each of their foreheads and stood up slowly.
