The mall felt too bright and too crowded with families who looked complete. I kept my eyes lowered until I reached the baby store.
The yellow sleepers were easy to find.
“Your mom was right,” I told Lily. “Buttons are a trap.”
I placed two sets in the basket.
Then Ivy began screaming.
Lily followed half a second later.
“I hear you,” I said, already moving. “Daddy’s got you.”
I pulled the stroller near a wall and checked Ivy first. Her sleeper was soaked through.
“Oh, bug,” I breathed. “That’s a big situation.”
Lily kicked and whimpered, her tiny face turning red.
“I know. You too. We’re going.”
I grabbed the diaper bag and pushed toward the restroom sign.
The men’s room was nearly empty. I checked every corner.
There was no changing table.
A man drying his hands gave me a tired look. “There’s no table. I had the same problem last month.”
My stomach dropped. “Do you know where the family restroom is?”
“Other side of the mall, I think.”
Both girls cried louder.
I backed into the hallway and found a security guard near the directory.
“Excuse me,” I said. “I need help.”
He looked at the stroller. “Yes, sir?”
“Nearest family restroom? My daughters need changing now.”
His face tightened. “I’m sorry. The one in this wing is closed for renovation.”
“What about the men’s room?”
“They removed the table last week. Maintenance issue.”
“So, the family room is closed, and the men’s room has no changing table?”
“I know.” I swallowed hard. “Sorry.”
Ivy screamed so hard her tiny hands shook.
The guard pointed down the hall. “There’s another family restroom in the East Wing. By the Crocs store.”
“How far?”
“15 minutes. Maybe 20 with the crowd.”
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