Jess awoke to her mother's gentle call from the kitchen. Laura was bustling about, preparing breakfast. "I'll be right there," Jess replied, sitting up slowly, feeling the now-familiar dampness.

Jess hesitated in the doorway, her heart pounding. "Morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?" Laura asked, her voice filled with warmth. "Mom, I need to talk to you about something," Jess admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Laura listened intently as Jess shared her struggles with bedwetting and recent daytime accidents. "It's okay, darling," Laura reassured her, hugging her tightly. "We'll figure this out together."

Jess stood before the mirror, pulling on a pair of pull-ups with a determined expression. "I just need to be more careful," she told herself.

Jess felt a familiar warmth spread, and panic rose within her. "Mom, I think—" she started, but Laura was already reaching for her hand. "Let's head home, honey," Laura said gently.

Jess sat beside Laura, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. "Remember, it's just another step on your journey," Laura reminded her, squeezing her shoulder. "Thanks, Mom. I don't know what I'd do without you," Jess replied, smiling through her tears.