Louis' POV
A suffocating silence filled the room. None of us spoke. None of us even looked at each other. The air was heavy with guilt and pain—so thick it was hard to breathe.
Levi stood by the wall, both palms pressed flat against it, his head hung low like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. He looked like a man torn between two impossible choices.
I turned my eyes to Lennox. He was at the window, arms folded tightly across his chest, his back turned to me. From the way his shoulders were stiff, I knew he was holding everything in—his anger, his pain, his shame.
We didn't need words to understand each other. Whatever they were feeling… I was feeling too. The regret. The confusion. The ache that came with losing her.
But we couldn't keep standing here like this forever.
Someone had to speak. And since they wouldn't, I did.
"I didn't know you guys sent her a confession letter too," I said quietly, breaking the silence.
