Rosalynn was at the wheel, driving Tilda to the hospital.

Throughout the way, Tilda kept a nervous eye on the road ahead.

Catching a glimpse of Tilda’s worry, Rosalynn inquired, “How old is that boy?”

“Four years old,” Tilda answered, adjusting her glasses.

“Did you ask Elma to check with the hospital’s information desk?

Maybe the security staff there can help find him,” Rosalynn suggested.

Tilda said with a nod, “Yes, I did.”

refrained from asking further questions

Tilda’s phone began to

she quickly pulled out her phone, only to

it

wasn’t in the habit of ignoring

voice carried a hint of

“Who’s this?”

childlike voice responded

was stunned. “Sheldon! Where are

voice grew louder in

phone cheerfully

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