I return to the locker room and stare down the office door with the blinds drawn, like a cowboy showdown in those old Wild West movies. My adrenaline is pumping, like the time I went skydiving—that moment your feet are hanging over the edge of the plane before you jump. In some ways, what I’m about to do is even more dangerous. Before I can change my mind, I drop to my knees in front of the door and pull a bobby pin from my hair. I watched some tutorials online on how to pick a lock with one and have been wearing them every day since. Just in case.
