Lennox's POV
She set her water glass down and walked past me, her shoulder brushing mine—a deliberate, lingering contact that told me she wasn't as indifferent as she claimed.
I watched her go, the silence of the kitchen feeling heavier than ever. I had the boys. I had my brothers. But as I stood there alone, I realized that without Olivia's heart fully back in this house, I was just living in a very expensive, very crowded tomb.
I went to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. I needed to be sharp. I needed to see Aurora.
I found her in the hallway near the guest wing, Levi and Louis standing awkwardly a few feet away. She looked pale, her hands trembling as she clutched a shawl around her shoulders.
"Lennox," she whispered, her eyes wide with that familiar, broken look that had made us all so protective of her in the first place. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble between you guys and Olivia. I can leave. I'll find a hotel—"
