The stadium was packed, which made Taylor proud—after all, her boyfriend was playing the championship final.

But then one drink turned into two, two into three, and so on… until she had to rush to the bathroom. She splashed some water on her face, fixed her makeup, and was about to leave when suddenly she heard a faint noise coming from one of the stalls.

Taylor froze for a second, unsure if it was just her imagination— Until the sound came again. Louder this time. A muffled sob. She couldn’t help herself. Gently, she knocked on the stall door.

Taylor: “Hey, um... is everything okay in there?”