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.”

asking further questions

Tilda’s phone

news about her child, she quickly pulled out her phone,

it was just another

habit of ignoring

voice carried a hint

“Who’s this?”

young, childlike voice responded

“Sheldon! Where

voice grew louder

cheerfully

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