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.

Just Ivy's demeanor alone spoke volumes about the rough patches Tilda must have weathered in life.

"Tilda." Rosalynn called softly.

Tilda jerked back to the present, squashing her feelings, and turned to Rosalynn with a strained smile.

"Oh, Rosalynn."

"You alright?" Rosalynn inquired, noting Tilda's red eyes.

"Yeah, I'm good," Tilda replied, shaking her head.

"Was that your dad on the line?"

"Yep."

Tilda glanced at her. "You caught all that?"

Rosalynn nodded. "I did."

Tilda laughed awkwardly. “I hope you didn't mind me dropping your name to spook him."

Rosalynn smiled. “Why would I mind?"

They shared a look and both smiled.

“Okay, we're done for the day. Let's head back," Rosalynn proposed.

Tilda nodded in agreement. "Sure."