“Okay, then,” Sue began. “First, I wanted to stress that you’re not in trouble. I was serious when I said you’ll never be in trouble for wetting the bed.” Erin visibly relaxed. “But first, I wanted to ask you, has this been going on for a while, or is this knew for you?”
“It’s been going on for a while,” Erin admitted. The first time she could remember was not too long after her mother’s death, and it had happened infrequently after that, maybe a few times per month. The frequency had increased alarmingly, though, starting a few weeks before she was orphaned, to where she was wet more nights than she was dry. But aunt Sue hadn’t asked for that kind of detail, and she didn’t offer it.
