The girls' restroom at the county's No. 1 High School was perpetually filled with a damp, lingering odor, a mixture of cheap disinfectant and years-old mineral deposits. Dim light squeezed in stingily through a small window high above, and the air was so stagnant it felt as if you could wring water from it. When I pushed open the creaking, peeling door of the third stall, that chill, musty smell rushed out, mingling with... a faint, tightly suppressed sob.
