Louis's POV
Everything was upside down.
Our home, which used to be peaceful at least at some hours of the day, now felt like a storm lived inside the walls. And even the boys could sense something was wrong. They didn't ask questions—that was one thing I loved about them. They observed. They felt things. But they didn't push. They were smart that way.
"Can I go see Father Lennox after breakfast?" Liam asked quietly.
I swallowed hard. "I'll go check on Alpha Lennox first and see if he is ready to receive anyone."
Liam looked like he wanted to say more, but he held it in and returned to his meal.
A moment later, Olivia walked back into the dining room and sat down beside me. One look at her and my stomach dropped. She wasn't herself. Her eyes were tired, her shoulders pulled tight, her thoughts clearly far away. I wanted to reach for her hand but the boys were still at the table, watching.
