Mathew POV
That night, after talking to Liam and sharing a heartfelt conversation, I felt the weight of his struggles. Seeing my son go through so much at such a young age broke me. It was a pain I could relate to, yet it crushed me knowing he carried it alone for so long.
Before heading to bed, I decided to visit the old room in the house—the one I had kept locked and untouched for years.
It was the room Olivia and I shared back when we were together. I had never allowed anyone in there, not even my wife Gleo. But Haylie, never came back for her mother's things when I told her she could take things off Olivia.
Olivia's wedding dress still hung in the cupboard, and the room still carried the faint scent of lavender—her scent.
As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I flicked on the old light switch.
