Tilda smiled and adjusted the hat on his head.
âAre you cold?â she asked.
âNo,â Sheldon replied loudly, his voice full of childish confidence.
âDad said that we shouldnât stay indoors all the time during winter.
If we do, weâll become like little flowers in a greenhouse, unable to handle the wind and rain.
So, we have to go outside more.
Mom, come and make a snowman with us!â
Tilda was amused by Sheldonâs words.
While glancing at Lyndon, she suspected he was referring to her as the flower in a greenhouse.
It was winter.
If she didnât have work to do, sheâd love to spend the entire day indoors, relaxing on her cozy and warm bed!
Tilda turned to look at Sheldon, meeting his big eyes, and nodded.
âOkay, Iâll make a snowman with you.
How about we make one for Elma?â
âHooray, Mom! Iâll get you snowballs!â Sheldon exclaimed.
He was so happy that he could barely contain himself.
He looked around, then ran to gather snowballs from a snowy patch nearby.
âHere, youâll need these,â Lyndon said, standing up and removing his gloves.
He handed them to Tilda.
âThank you,â Tilda replied, putting on the gloves.
âI should be the one thanking you.
Did you bring me back from the cemetery yesterday?â Lyndon asked, his gaze steady.
âYes,â Tilda answered, lowering her eyes as she fiddled with the gloves, avoiding his gaze.
âIâm sorry for troubling you last night,â Lyndon said with an apologetic smile.
Tilda paused and slowly looked up at him.
âI accept your apology,â she said.
It wasnât just for last night, but for everything that had happened.
Thinking of the events from four years ago, Tilda lowered her eyes again and didnât say anything further.
Instead, she turned and walked towards Sheldon.
What happened four years ago had been an accident.
Lyndon was innocent, but his presence had brought her immense physical and emotional pain.
As such, he owed her an apology.
âHere you are, Mom!â Sheldon handed her a handful of snowballs, his cheeks rosy from the cold.