Tilda looked at him tenderly, kissed his soft cheek, and then tiptoed out of the room.

“Tilda, have some water.”

Elma offered her a glass of water, her eyes filled with something she seemed eager to say.

Taking a sip, Tilda inquired, “Elma, is there something you want to tell me?”

Elma replied, “That man we saw today, he looks a lot like Sheldon.”

Tilda gripped her cup tighter, her gaze dropping as she responded, “Sheldon doesn’t have a father.”

Elma opened her mouth, as if a realization had struck her.

the gentleman was Sheldon’s real father grew

felt a mix of

she might have discovered who Sheldon’s

the man appeared oblivious to the

How could that be?

that Tilda had become pregnant out of wedlock

Tilda’s home by Tilda’s mother, watching Tilda

away, Elma cared

imagine Tilda would one day have

didn’t return until after midnight. Maybe it was that night

questioned Tilda about the baby’s father, but Tilda remained tight-Lipped,

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