“Lawsuit girl! Come with me!!”

A nurse with a clipboard led Naya down a hallway that smelled faintly of disinfectant and overcooked vegetables. The walls were painted the color of chewed gum, the doors numbered in plain block print, as if any trace of beauty might somehow be dangerous here.

“This is the day room,” the nurse said, pushing open a door.

Naya stepped inside to a blast of fluorescent light and low, constant noise. A television in the corner played a game show. A woman in a ...