Louis' POV
Silence.
Heavy. Suffocating. Endless silence.
The kind that presses down on your chest and makes it nearly impossible to breathe.
I glanced around the room at my brothers. They were both here… but barely.
Lennox sat slumped on the couch, eyes blank, staring into nothing. His hands rested uselessly in his lap, his expression hollow. Like life had been drained from him.
Levi was lying on the bed, his eyes locked on the ceiling. He hadn't spoken much today… or yesterday.
And me?
I sat on the floor, my back against the wall, knees up, head resting on my arm. Just… blanking out.
It had been three days.
Three days since we found Olivia's body.
Three days since our world shattered.
We had no clue who did it. We sent trackers everywhere, across all borders. Hoped for something—anything—that could lead us to the one responsible.
But everything came back empty.
Whoever did this… was good. Smart. Careful.
Clean.
