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 in her

felt a mix of

might have discovered who Sheldon’s real father

confused, since the man

How could that be?

pregnant out of wedlock four

had been brought to Tilda’s home

cared for Tilda

would one day have

until after midnight. Maybe it

the baby’s father, but Tilda remained

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