I didn’t find drugs in the bathroom stall. I found a child trying to wash shame out of her jeans with cold tap water, trembling so hard the porcelain sink rattled.

I didn’t find drugs in the bathroom stall. I found a child trying to wash shame out of her jeans with cold tap water, trembling so hard the porcelain sink rattled.

My name is Martha. I’m 72 years old. I should be retired, sitting on a porch somewhere drinking iced tea. But with the price of gas and groceries these days, “…