Lyndon chuckled weakly and offered a curt nod.


    Only then did Sheldon rx.


    Outside, the sky was a heavy gray.


    A thick nket of snow from yesterday’s snowfall nketed the ground.


    Tilda stared listlessly at the white expanse, a knot of worry tightening in her stomach.


    Lyndon would only love her?


    She knew it was a falsehood.


    However, she had no idea how long this charade wouldst.


    “Mom, Dad, can we build a snowman when we get home?” Sheldon’s voice broke the tense silence, his eyes sparkling with excitement.


    Tilda forced a smile.


    “Of course, honey.


    ”


    Lyndon spoke up, his voice devoid of emotion.


    “I have an appointmentter.


    I’ll build a snowman with you when I get back.


    ”


    Sheldon blinked.


    “Where are you going?”


    Lyndon hesitated.


    “To visit an old friend who passed away.


    ”


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    Tilda studied the back of his head, her mind racing.


    Today was Rosanna’s memorial day.


    Lyndon was going to visit her grave, wasn’t he?


    A flicker of sadness touched Tilda’s eyes as she pictured the beautiful, vibrant girt.


    Memories flooded her mind.


    Squeezing her eyes shut, she fought back tears.


    If not for that terrible ident, Rosanna would still be alive.


    The car pulled into the gatedmunity.


    Arriving home, Lyndon lifted Sheldon out and carried him inside.


    “Wee back,” Elma greeted them with a warm smile.


    Lyndon returned the smile and handed Sheldon over.


    “I’m heading out.


    ” He turned to Tilda.


    Tilda followed him, her voice strained.


    “Are you visiting Rosanna?”