Chapter 125: Scared

Lennox's POV

Seeing that Olivia was having a headache from our barrage of questions, we decided to let her be. So we left her room and walked into the study. I went straight to the bar, grabbed a bottle of dry gin, and poured myself a drink.

Did she never open them?

My heart raced—confused and heavy.

But… that couldn't be right.

"I… I got a response from her," I said quietly, my voice rough with uncertainty.

Levi turned to me, his eyes wide. "Me too," he said. "In fact, I got a response from her just two hours after we gave her the gifts."

Louis nodded slowly. "Same here. And her response made it clear she saw my gift."

We all went quiet again.

That didn't make sense.

If she never opened the gifts… how did she respond to us?

Louis rubbed his forehead. "Maybe her memory really is messed up," he muttered. "We should remember, she's not the same. Her memory isn't stable anymore."

But I shook my head firmly. "No. That's not it."

Levi spoke too, sounding just as sure. "She remembered the wrapping. The exact colors. Down to the ribbons."

"She didn't guess," I added, thinking aloud.

Louis sighed. "She remembered it clearly. But… she said it was from Gabriel."

There was a long silence.

"She must've confused him with us," Levi said. "Maybe that's how her mind filled in the blank. We gave her those gifts. Not him."

I nodded slowly. That felt more real.

Louis still looked torn. "But… she said she lost her father that day," he said. "That's not true. He didn't die; he was arrested."

My stomach twisted.

"Yeah. She might be wrong about that, but remember—he could have been hanged that day if Father hadn't intervened. Maybe her memory clung to that," Levi said.

Louis didn't respond.

I stared at the floor for a moment, then looked up.

I asked suddenly. "Your gifts. What did you two

They both froze.

been buried for

since her fourteenth birthday, we'd all stopped sharing our ideas like we

turned eight. We'd each get her something and help wrap

that year… that year was

it secret.

refused to

didn't let them

at them now,

glanced away. Levi's jaw

Neither spoke.

So I didn't push.

was more

was in

!HOURS LATER!

my mind refused

and turned in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to

thoughts. Too

Too many questions.

sighed deeply, dragging my

Then… a knock.

Soft.

Hesitant.

flicked to the clock—it was well past

knock, slightly

of bed, walking over. Even before

Her scent.

Olivia.

pulled the door open, and there

liked, her hair messy from sleep. But

She was trembling.

nothing came out for a moment. Her hands clenched tightly

broken voice,

aside, but

at me,

was Gabriel…" she whispered. "He—he

My brows furrowed.

Gabriel?

Killed?

That made no sense.

clearly shook her—her body was still trembling slightly, and

how was I

without a doubt, that Gabriel was

knew there was no

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