Olivia's POV
An awkward silence settled in the air, thick, and heavy. Neither Levi nor Louis spoke, but they didn't need to—one look at them told me all three of them were disappointed in me. The weight of that truth sat like a stone in my chest, and I felt utterly miserable.
I glanced in Levi's direction. When our eyes met, he offered me a faint, comforting smile—one that didn't quite reach his eyes—but still, it was something.
"He's gonna be okay," Levi said gently.
Of course, I knew he'd recover from his injuries. That wasn't what worried me. What about the hurt I'd caused with my words? What about the way I'd looked at him?
I swallowed hard. "Can I go to him?" I asked quietly, my gaze darting between Levi and Louis, searching their conflicted expressions for any sign of approval.
Finally, Louis shook his head. "Give him a few moments alone."
I frowned. "I can't wait. I can't let him remain angry and hurt. I have to fix this."