Olivia's POV
After making sure Lennox was resting soundly, I made my way to the room next door. I needed to see Levi. I found him sprawled on the bed, looking utterly drained. His skin was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes that made my chest ache.
"Levi?" I whispered, walking to his bedside.
He opened his eyes slowly, a weary smile touching his lips. "How is he?"
"Sleeping," I said, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "And he's better. Truly better. How are you?"
"I'm fine, Olivia. Just… empty." He sighed, staring up at the ceiling. After a long silence, his voice dropped, turning heavy with guilt. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for keeping his illness from you. I'm sorry for the man I became—the coldness, the secrets. I've made so many mistakes."
