I opened the heavy door to the front office, and despite the more than two decades that had passed, I was back in high school. The adolescent angst came flooding back, muddying my thoughts—the cliques, the jocks, the cheerleaders, the goths, the teacher who was fired for getting a bit too chummy with a boy in his class, the girl in my chemistry class who’d committed suicide. “Can I help you?” said a young voice from behind the counter.
