The idea of changing my name wasn’t something that had ever come to mind before. Mother had never called me anything other than Annabelle.
“Anyways,” Aunt Lydia said, clearly intending to press on with the good news she had planned to deliver. “We hired a lawyer who is going to help make sure that you don’t have to go back to living with your mom. There’s going to be a court hearing in a month or so, but the attorney we hired is going to file a counter-suit.”
It was true that I had been outgrowing the pull-ups I had been using for the past several years. They still fit, but much more snugly than before, and leaks were increasing at an alarming frequency. Whatever else I might say about the diapers, I couldn’t deny that they at least did exactly what they were intended to, which is to ensure that no one but me noticed when I wet myself.