Knowing the storage room door would be unlocked around this time of the day-a secret only a few knew-I pulled it open, waited for Linda to pass, and silently closed it behind me. A dim shaft of sunlight sneaked through a small window, spilling a muted shade of the afternoon's color over the edges of the lined shelves crowded with tools and materials of all sorts. The maintenance room was a relaxing place, one I'd especially visited before Linda's arrival. It was the only place in school where I could find peace, and the small old couch in the corner made me feel at home. So with the quiet air pervading the room and-
Was that a leak? An incessant, rhythmic sound, like water droplets falling onto the ground, played in the air. Following the nagging, little noise, I realized there was a seco
