Willow Grove Haven: Chapter Four
- Hamlin
- Jun 18
- 15 min read
Patricia thought there might be a ritual to it—a meal, or a last cigarette, or even just a moment alone in the blank quiet of her cell—but instead, she was given five minutes to piss and then escorted straight out, still naked, still red-eyed from crying, with no more ceremony than a dog being walked at dawn. The handlers didn’t speak. They just clipped the thin, white lead to her collar and guided her through the corridors of Willow Grove, past closed doors and scrubbed-white checkpoints, through a side hallway she hadn’t seen before, until finally the walls fell away and they entered a space so vast and echoing she almost gasped.
