Theresa froze in place when she saw her mom, her reflection looking at her in the mirror.
“Theresa?” She said, confirming whether she was who she thought she was.
“Mom, can you help me with my stockings?” Said the girl who was still inside the cubicle. She eventually went out to go get help from her mother.
“Let me help you, darling,” She told her daughter, but she was looking back and forth to her and Theresa.
Theresa could not take in what she just discovered. She went out of the bathroom and went outside of the restaurant. She went to the parking lot and waited for Chad. He had the keys to her car.
Theresa dialed his phone number. “Love, why are you calling me? Where are you?” Chad asked over the line.
“I am at the parking lot, can we please go?” She said. Her voice was hurried, s
