Lennox’s POV
I could see the look in their eyes.
Shock.
Fear.
Disbelief.
It was almost funny, how they stared at me like I was some ghost crawling out of the grave. As if they would do anything to shove that ghost back to wherever he came from.
My fingers tightened on the arm of the wheelchair.
I hated them.
All of them.
Sitting there, eating dinner, laughing, having fun, living their perfect little lives...
While I—
While I rotted in that hut like discarded trash.
How convenient.
The wheels scraped softly on the floor as Anabella pushed me farther into the room.
Silence.
Heavy. Thick. Suffocating.
Then...
"Lennox...?" Olivia breathed, stepping forward.
Her voice cracked like something inside her had shattered.
She ran to me, barefoot, fast, desperate, and dropped to her knees in front of me.
"This... this is not real," she whispered, touching my knee like she expected her hand to go through me. "Lennox... no... this can’t be real..."
I scoffed.
"Sorry to disappoint you," I said coldly. "I’m alive."
Her head snapped up, eyes wide, glistening.
She reached out to hug me—
But I pushed her.
Harder than I meant to.
She fell back, landing painfully on her ass.
A sharp gasp left her lips.
My chest twisted, pain, guilt, something else I didn’t want to feel, but I looked away immediately.
If I let myself feel anything for her, I would break.
I lifted my chin and looked at Levi.
Then Louis.
Then my parents.
All four of them were staring at me like they had been caught burying a body.
"Don’t stop on my account," I said, gripping the wheels and rolling myself forward. "What’s for dinner?"
No one moved.
The silence felt like a slap.
I reached the table, grabbed an apple, and took a slow bite.
The crunch echoed as they all stared with terrified eyes, staring at me like a ghost.
Levi was the first to break the silence.
"Lennox..." His voice was shaky. "When... when did you wake up?"
I turned my head slowly.
"When I wasn’t supposed to," I said flatly. "Or were you planning for me not to wake up at all?"
Levi paled.
Louis swallowed hard.
Mother covered her mouth.
Father lowered his head like a man who had seen the gods abandon him.
Mother stepped closer, her voice trembling. "Lennox... my son... this is a... this is a miracle."
"Cut the pretense," I said without looking at her. "Save your fake tears."
Her hand froze mid-air.
Her face crumpled.
I felt nothing.
Olivia stood slowly, rubbing the spot where she had fallen, her eyes glued to me. She stepped forward again.
"Lennox," she whispered, "please... just let me—"
"Don’t talk," I said sharply.
She stopped mid-step.
Her lips quivered.
Her eyes filled with fresh tears again.
But she stayed silent.
Good.
I turned back to the table, the apple forgotten in my hand.
My gaze swept over them one by one.
Olivia,
the woman I loved more than life.
The woman I would have died for.
The woman I risked my life for without even thinking.
Levi,
my brother,
a man I trusted to protect me, to love me.
But instead, he hid me.
Louis,
my other brother.
My closest friend.
But he abandoned me.
And my parents.
They were supposed to love me, never abandon me.
But instead...
They disappointed me.
I took a slow breath.
My voice came out low, filled with pain.
"So," I said, looking each of them in the eye,
"tell me..."
My fingers tightened around the wheels.
"Why did you all abandon me?"
Olivia rushed toward me first.
She dropped to her knees again, so fast I barely blinked.
"Lennox... we—"
"Keep quiet," I ordered.

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