Sally was openly crying now. “Please stop this! I’m sorry.”

“Not sorry enough.” Trish said as she walked closer to Sally. She leaned over her shoulder. “Don’t forget to wipe front to back. There you go. You’re good at this mommy.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Now just a sprinkle of powder and you can close that diaper.”

As Sally taped the diaper closed she felt something bubbling up through her fear and humiliation, something she knew was wrong.

Liz noticed right away. “I bet I know what THAT blush is for. Is mommy ready to change me?”

Sally was still looking at Zoe as she crawled away. She turned to stand up and found Liz’s diaper right in her face. “Why? You’re still dry.”

But as the words left her lips she saw it start to discolor. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and touching the growing stain.