Chapter 43

Oliver was standing in front of the shelves in the family library. 

He sometimes thought it was enough to just spend time there, surrounded by some of the rarest editions of books. He was trying not to think about what had happened last night, so he'd come here.

 He hadn’t seen Callum in a day.

Again.

He turned his attention back to the rows in front of him. Oliver had begun understanding why Callum preferred it here. 

It was different from...