In the dim light, Tilda's thoughts drifted to the past, to the carefree smile of that boy. The memory felt like a deep, sharp cut in her heart.

Rosalynn watched Tilda's slim figure shivering in the cold breeze, sensing her loneliness.

Rosalynn, who had stepped out to use the restroom, hadn't planned on hearing Tilda's phone spat with her dad.

She felt a pang of sympathy for her.

Rosalynn thought that growing up motherless was like a ship lost at sea.