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.”
