Only then did Tilda feel a weight lift off her shoulders.

Finally, he was gone; her peace returned.

Tilda let out a sigh of relief, glancing down at Sheldon.

But seeing the sadness in his eyes, her heart sank.

She must admit that man had a way with kids and out of the blue, Sheldon liked him a great deal.

Would Sheldon end up liking Lyndon more than her?

Unthinkable!

Sheldon was her little guy, raised by her. He adored her the most!

He belonged to her, no doubt about it!

“Granny Elma, where's Dad's number?"

Sheldon pestered Elma for Lyndon's contact.

“Sure thing," Elma replied, handing over the paper.

Sheldon eagerly unfolded it, eyes glued to the numbers as if committing them to memory.

He had a sharp memory and already knew Tilda's and Elma's numbers by heart.

Seeing his intense focus, Tilda felt a jumble of emotions.

She let out a small sigh, deciding to lend a hand as Elma tidied up.

"Tilda, take a break. I got this," Elma insisted.

"I'U pitch in."

Tilda smiled, heading to the kitchen with plates.

Watching Tilda's slender frame, Elma hesitated but held her tongue.