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.

Sheldon’s real father grew in her

a mix of excitement and

because she might have discovered who

since the man appeared

How could that be?

of wedlock four years earlier, Elma

been brought to Tilda’s home by Tilda’s

mother passed away, Elma cared for Tilda

one day have a child out

only recall the night Tilda didn’t return until after midnight.

the baby’s father, but Tilda remained

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