“Aunt Theresa?” Bobby said.
“Yes dear.”
“Can you come upstairs for a minute?”
“I’ll be right up.” Theresa responded. Looking at Joan, she reassured her, “I’ve got this, be right back.”
Theresa made her way up the stairs. As she approached the top, she saw Bobby standing just outside Sarah’s bedroom. His pajamas were soaking wet, and it looked like Bobby was starting to cry.
“Auntie, can you help me clean up? I don’t want my mom to see.”
“Absolutely, take your clothes off and run into the shower. I will take care of everything.”
