I Walked Away Seven Years Too Late But Right on Time novel Chapter 272

Gavin nodded. He understood, of course, that Coco wasn't a magic spell. Simply looking at the baby wouldn't miraculously cure his grandmother or grant her another decade of life.

But accepting that reality was still agonizing.

"Go upstairs and get some rest. Right now, your priority is taking care of your two kids. Try to keep a smile on your face when you're around Grandma."

*Yeah.* Gavin nodded again, but he couldn't bring himself to speak.

When he returned to their bedroom, Sophie was nursing Coco.

Gavin sat down next to her and gently cupped Coco's tiny feet in his hands.

"How is she doing?" Sophie asked.

"She's okay. Just exhausted. She's already asleep."

He rested his head on Sophie's shoulder. Right now, his wife was the only one who could truly ground him.

Once Coco was full and satisfied, she drifted off to sleep. Sophie placed her in the crib, sat back down next to Gavin, and patted her lap.

Gavin obediently rested his head on her legs, pulling his knees up to curl into a ball on the sofa.

As she massaged his scalp, Sophie said, "We should digitize all the old family photos. I remember seeing a picture of you and Grandma standing by St. George's Springs. You had your hands on your hips, holding a toy gun. How old were you?"

Sophie didn't offer empty platitudes about how his grandmother would miraculously recover.

Seeing Rosemary this time had made her acutely aware of how cruel the twilight years could be, how ruthlessly time marched on.

And because of that, every single living day was something to be fiercely treasured. The people you loved most deserved every ounce of kindness you had to give.

She just wanted to help Gavin relive the beautiful, funny memories he shared with his grandmother. Those moments were real, and they would live forever in his heart.

"I was five. Back then, my biggest dream was to be an Army Ranger."

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