Lennox’s POV
"Lennox... son... wake up."
I felt a gentle tap on my arm, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. At first, everything was blurry, but then I saw her—an old woman sitting at the edge of my bed. I blinked hard, confused... until her face became clearer. My heart jumped.
"Great-grandmother?" I whispered, staring at her in shock.
A warm smile spread across her face, that same smile I had always remembered.
"Yes, it’s me, Nox," she said, using the nickname she always called me when I was little.
I wanted to smile back... but something didn’t feel right. She had died. I was only ten years old when we buried her. The last time I saw her was after her funeral—when I cried myself to sleep holding her scarf.
So why was I seeing her now?
Almost like she read my mind, she reached out and gently patted my hand.
"Don’t worry, sweetheart. This is a dream. Just a dream."
I let out a slow breath and nodded. Somehow, her touch still felt real.
"But... why are you here?" I asked quietly. "Why now?"
Her eyes softened. "Because you’re about to discover something," she said gently. "Something important."
"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice tense.
She looked down for a moment, then back at me. "Something is coming, Lennox. Something that will shake you and your brothers. It will hurt... it will break you for a while."
I swallowed hard, dreading her next words.
"But don’t be afraid," she added softly. "It was meant to be. It’s part of your destiny. Everything you’re going to find out—was always written for you."
I frowned deeply. "What is it? Tell me now."
She smiled faintly and shook her head. "You’ll find out tomorrow night. When the time is right."
That answer made my chest tighten. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t force more from her. So instead, I looked at her... really looked at her. And the emotion hit me all at once.
"I missed you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "If you were still here, maybe... maybe things wouldn’t be so hard."
She reached up and brushed my cheek with her thumb. "It was time for me to go, Nox. I lived a full and fulfilled life. And where I am now... I’m at peace."
I closed my eyes, trying not to cry.
"And your great-grandfather Nathan says hi," she added with a smile.
At the mention of him, I broke. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away. I hadn’t heard his name in years. I could almost see his face again—his strong voice, his stories by the fire. They both used to mean everything to me.
"I miss him too," I whispered.
"I know," she said gently. "But we’re always with you. Watching. Guiding."
She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Be strong, Lennox. Take care of your brothers. And whatever happens tomorrow... don’t let it destroy you."
Olivia Parker.
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