No words were necessary, but Erin blushed. Erin stripped the bed and carried her urine-soaked sheets and pajamas down to the laundry room, Hailey tagging along behind.
Aunt Sue saw them as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Her expression instantly turned sympathetic as she saw what had happened to her niece. “Did you wake up wet again?” she asked.
Erin couldn’t deny it; she was, after all, holding all the evidence in front of her. “Yes. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault.”
Erin had finally come to accept that her new family, odd as it may seem, didn’t seem to mind that she was wetting the bed. Still, no need to burden them any more than she had to. “I’ll do my laundry,” she said.