Erin wasn’t so lucky. The movie felt like it was concluding when her bladder became impatient. She didn’t dare act like she had to pee by crossing her legs or grabbing her crotch; one of her party might notice and take her to the bathroom, again disturbing everyone around her. No, she was trapped in her seat, a prisoner to her fear of making others mad at her. She made an admirable effort of not letting anyone know about her desperate fight with her bladder until she finally soaked herself two minutes before the movie ended.
Luckily, her pants were dark enough that they weren’t obviously wet in the dark theater. Her aunt and uncle and maybe even Hailey would be mad when they found out, though. They might think that bedwetting wasn’t her fault, but she’d been wide awake for this accident.
