Leah closes her eyes, trying to pretend like today hasn’t happened. When she hears footsteps, she opens her eyes. Her stomach sinks in dread. It’s not the daycare worker who put her in the diaper. It’s Tina.
“Leah?” Tina asks. Leah sighs.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fair enough. Well, we can go home now.”
“I need clothes,” Leah says. Just then, the daycare worker returns, her arms full of clothes.
“Oh, Tina! I was just grabbing something for Leah to change into while her clothes are in the wash,” the daycare worker says. Tina looks through the clothes.
“Here.” She takes one of the items from the pile and, before Leah can say anything, dresses her in it. To Leah’s displeasure, it’s a soft, fuzzy, yellow onesie. “All right. Let’s leave. Betsy, if you’ll finish washing Leah’s clothes, I’ll pick them up tomorrow.”
“Sure thing.”
“Thank you so much.” Tina picks Leah up and carries her to the car. She buckles Leah into a car seat she keeps for emergencies. Leah’s too tired from the day to protest.
In fact, Leah’s so tired that her eyes droop closed before Tina even starts the car. By the time they’ve left the parking lot, she’s fast asleep.