Levi's POV
I sat in the darkness of my room, the curtains drawn tight. The silence felt heavy, a reminder of the four years I had lost and the family that felt like sand slipping through my fingers. My legs throbbed with a dull ache, but the pain in my chest was sharper. I felt useless.
I stared at my hands—thin, scarred, and trembling. I didn't want to see Olivia. I didn't want to see Lennox or Louis. I didn't want to see the pity in their eyes or the guilt on their faces.
A soft knock echoed through the room. I didn't respond. I didn't have the energy to pretend I was okay.
"Daddy?" A small, steady voice came from the other side. "It's Liam. And Leon and Leo. Can we come in?"
My heart squeezed. I couldn't say no to the boys. They were the only ones who looked at me without that complicated layer of shame or forced politeness.
"Come in," I rasped, clearing my throat.
