I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 148

Sarah had gone to the market at the crack of dawn to buy the beans and had them soaking all day. Right before Sophie left for work, she had nagged her relentlessly, making her swear she wouldn't forget the molds.

Sophie could see how terrified her mother was. Truthfully, she was just as panicked.

"You're right. I was being thick. Nothing is more valuable than something hand-made by my future mother-in-law."

Gavin rested his chin on the top of her head. "I just don't want you two stressing yourselves out over this."

Sophie pouted but didn't argue, meticulously comparing the intricate floral designs on the different molds.

Suddenly, her heart began to hammer erratically against her ribs. She went to press a hand to her chest, but the sudden movement caused the heavy mold to slip from her grasp. It slammed directly onto her bruised toe, sending a blinding shockwave of agony shooting up her leg.

Gavin immediately crouched down to retrieve it. "Are you hurt? Take off your shoe, let me see."

Sophie frantically waved him off. The aisle was packed with shoppers; there was no way she was taking her shoe off in the middle of the grocery store.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, she finished selecting the items and paid. It wasn't until she was safely tucked into the passenger seat of his car that she finally slid off her sneaker.

What had previously been just a dark bruise under the nail had now escalated into a swollen, angry red mess.

Gavin insisted on driving her straight to the ER to get it properly iced and checked out.

"What's on your mind?"

He hadn't missed the blank, haunted look in her eyes right before she dropped the mold.

"I don't know. Yesterday I couldn't stop sneezing, like someone was cursing me out. Then last night, lying in bed, I just felt this crushing panic. And it happened again just now. My heart just started racing for no reason."

Sophie pressed a hand over her heart. A dark, terrifying premonition had settled in her chest, though she had no idea what she was so afraid of.

"Are you just nervous about meeting my parents?" Gavin prodded gently.

"Gavin..." Sophie looked up at him, her eyes wide. "What if... what if your parents refuse to accept me because my parents were never married?"

A slight frown marred his brow. It was true that he hadn't briefed them on the details of her family history. It was too complicated to explain over the phone; he had planned to sit them down and explain it in person once they arrived.

"You can't choose how you were brought into the world. It's not your fault. My parents are reasonable people; they'll understand."

"But what if they don't?" Sophie pressed.

Gavin fell silent. He stared at her for a long moment, ignoring her question as he asked one of his own.

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