You do

You don’t know what to do, your brain shutting down in horned up fear, and so you end up obeying. You walk to the side of the kitchen to the fridge, grabbing a nearby cup you get the milk and start poring. That’s when you notice out of the corner of your eye, from this angle you can barely see your naked mom kneeling under Charlotte, face firmly hidden by her thighs. You gulp, pretending you didn’t notice that’s where the muffled noises were coming from, until you almost overfill the glass. You stop with the milk nearly overflowing, and put the gallon away. You carefully bring the milk to Karen, trying not to spill.