Willow Grove Haven: Chapter Seven
- Hamlin
- Jun 27
- 19 min read
Patricia stood at the threshold, a single step away from the rest of her life. Behind her, the gates of Willow Grove Haven gleamed with their old-money authority—polished brass set into stone, flanked by security cameras and a discreet placard that read, “Excellence in Feminine Rehabilitation Since 1962.” In front of her was a paved avenue and a clean, suburban sidewalk, dotted with fresh-cut grass, SUVs, and the early-morning traffic of people who had no idea what had been done to her in the white rooms.
