Lyndon stopped in his tracks.

He figured this was probably a game Tilda and Sheldon played together often.

“Alright, but I need to wash my hands first."

“sure, I'll come with you," Sheldon said.

Sheldon stayed close to Lyndon.

Elma busied herself with organizing the first aid kit, watching them with a satisfied and expectant smile.

She was happy to see that Sheldon's dad seemed like a good guy. And she hoped he could win Tilda over.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

It was a call from Tilda.

Elma, casting a quick look towards the bathroom, stepped aside to pick up the phone.

"Tilda."

“Elma, what's Sheldon doing?" Tilda's voice carried a playful tone.

Sheldon usually called Tilda or sent a message.

Not hearing from Sheldon all day made Tilda curious.

“Sheldon's with Mr. Fernandez right now," Elma shared, sticking to what was happening.

Tilda's smile disappeared, and she stood up quickly, worry written all over her face. “What did you just say?"

“Tilda, something happened with Sheldon today..."

Elma filled Tilda in on everything that happened that day.

Then Elma wrapped it up, saying, “Luckily, Mr. Fernandez was there to handle the bully and avenge Sheldon."

Tilda gripped her phone, her heart pounding.