Silhouette of a healthcare worker wearing a protective gown, face mask, hairnet, and gloves, holding a clipboard or tablet against a light-colored, vertical striped background.
When we ran the samples, I thought it was a mistake. The lead levels in the test batch from Windmill Valley were high enough that if this were a school district, we’d have shut it down yesterday.

I called my supervisor. I called the Springs Corporation liaison. I flagged it three times. And all I got back was: “Thanks. Noted.”

I keep thinking about what Dr. Hanna-Attisha said: “The numbers don’t lie. People do.” And I won’t be one of them.
I’m not trying to kill the town’s economy. I’m trying to stop something worse. Because if that water gets into the spa system unfiltered—if it’s already getting into homes—we’re not talking about rashes anymore. We’re talking neurological damage. Birth defects. Kidney failure.

I didn’t sign up to be a whistleblower. I signed up to test water. But sometimes the difference is just whether you sleep at night or not.
— Evelyn Ngo