Olivia's POV
Two days had passed. Two long, quiet days. The house felt different now… calmer, emptier. I hadn't gone near Lennox's room since that night. Every time I walked past it, a strange chill ran through me, as if something inside was calling to me.
I'd made my decision. No more rituals. No more trying to bring Lennox back. Maybe this was what he wanted, for me to stop fighting the impossible. Maybe his last message, whether dream or miracle, was his way of saying goodbye.
I wanted to believe he was still alive somewhere, that Levi was keeping him safe, just like he promised. And maybe one day, when the time was right, he'd let me see him. But for now, I wouldn't push. I couldn't keep hurting the people who were still here.
So I tried to move forward.
