Olivia's POV
Fluttering my eyes open, I stared at the bed and realized Lennox was no longer lying beside me. The sheets were cold where his body should have been. My heart hammered against my ribs—that familiar, sickening panic rising in my throat. I bolted upright, my mind screaming that he had collapsed, or worse.
"Lennox!" I called out, my voice thin and frantic.
I sprinted toward the bathroom, throwing the door open so hard it hit against the wall. Empty. Just the lingering scent of sandalwood and damp towels.
I stood in the hallway, closing my eyes and drawing in a deep, shaking breath. I pushed past the scent of antiseptic that always clung to this wing and focused. There it was. His scent—stronger, cleaner, and full of that pine-and-earth musk that belonged only to him. It led me away from the medical suite and toward the family wing.
I followed it to the boys' room.
