Levi's POV
The anger that had been burning in me earlier was gone, and now it was replaced by panic. A knot pulled tight in my chest as I thought of Lennox, alone, furious, drowning himself in alcohol. That wasn't good. We all knew how he handled things when the weight got too heavy.
Despite being the strongest among us—physically, mentally, in almost every way—Lennox always carried more than he should. He took failures harder, betrayals deeper, and words sharper than anyone realized. People saw his strength and assumed he could take anything. They never noticed how deeply it cut him when he felt misunderstood or doubted.
I remembered his face when Olivia turned on him earlier as she said he shouldn't have made such a mistake. I saw how it hit him. Not just as a scolding, but like a wound. To Lennox, being the eldest meant more than responsibility—it was identity, pride, and purpose. To be accused of failing, even accidentally… it gutted him.
