Clandestine: Tales from Clayton Bridge
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Luella Carey isn't crazy, not really, not that anyone believes her. Sent to Barrow Haven Asylum for a melancholic nature, she's locked away at the behest of her father and his new wife.
Grieving for her mother's death, Luella finds comfortable solitude in the asylum until several anonymous letters appear. Mr. Winifred Carey's new wife intends murder. She plans to claim the Carey fortune as her own.
Mere days to escape the asylum and warn her father, Luella turns to a new friend, Mr. Isaac McEwen. The clock ticking down the hour, Luella fears her final decision. A grave mistake, perhaps? But who can she trust?
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Clandestine - Jennie L. Morris
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England, 1890
The letter in Luella’s hand, a broken marriage proposal from her former fiancée Mr. Landon Foster, wasn’t unexpected. She folded the paper boasting the letterhead of her father’s bank, returning it to the head physician at Barrow Haven Asylum, Dr. Jonathan Marsh. A quiet man, perceptive and responsive to his patients’ needs, he kept a strictly professional relationship. They met monthly to evaluate her treatment. Today’s unscheduled appointment concerned the letter’s contents. The staff read all correspondence and inspected all packages intended for patients.
How are you feeling, Luella?
he asked, watching her for any change in body language.
Nearing her ninth month sequestered at Barrow Haven, Luella accepted a plethora of disappointments in her life. I couldn’t expect Mr. Foster to wait forever.
A dissolution of an engagement is sensitive.
He jotted down notes in his file. You’re allowed to feel upset, angry, or sad. These are normal, understandable emotional reactions.
In truth, Luella felt little. Admitted for a forlorn nature after the death of her mother during childbirth, Luella sunk deeper and deeper into a state of detachment. The official diagnosis was psychasthenia, confounded by inner tension with anhedonia. To simplify the verbiage, she referred to her condition as melancholia, impartial of the physicians’ technical jargon. Dr. Marsh, I’m neither angry nor upset at Mr. Foster. He has a life to live. I’m no longer meant to be his wife.
The office wall clock struck the hour, ending the session. The door opened. A staff member, wearing the customary starched uniform, waited to escort Luella to her private suite. As a nonviolent patient, her care paid for by her wealthy father, she received the highest level of attention.
Dr. Marsh stared at her from across his expansive, clutter-free desk. Luella, you’re a smart young woman. You need to try harder, or I’m afraid we may resort to medications. Before our next session, I want you to write a letter to Mr. Foster. While you cannot express your emotions verbally, perhaps you can on paper.
I’ll try, Dr. Marsh.
She stood and headed to the door.
He looked up from his notes, an expensive fountain pen in hand. Show me progress, Luella.
Going out of the framed wood doorway, she kept beside the male staff member. Several sets of locked doors separated her from different sections of the asylum. A massive building, hidden away in the country, held numerous individuals from across Britain and Europe. The closest village of Clayton Bridge, near fifteen miles away, made escape difficult.
Barrow Haven branched off into two large wings from a splendid main foyer, one for women and one for men. The housing system of the asylum mimicked social norms. The aristocrats or ultra-rich lived on the top floor. The doctors and staff grouped patients by personality and disability, dividing them into glamorous living areas resembling wellness hotels. Luella lived in one she called The Estate.
Those of money, but not as wealthy or titled, or requiring a higher degree of supervision, resided on the second floor without private suites. These patients shared rooms, with six to eight beds in a row, checked on by a nurse throughout the night. Luella peeked inside a section of the second floor when a doctor and nurse helped an elderly woman downstairs for treatment. Not opulent, but far from the poorhouse, the women appeared clean, tidy, and attended.
On the ground floor, offices and treatment rooms lined the corridors branching out from the main entranceway. Separate meeting rooms, furnished with the highest quality goods, waited for families to visit patients. A lovely conservatory off the back of the building offered a reprieve from dreary gray days in the winter.
In the basement, under strict supervision, Luella heard a rumor the cruelest offenders lived in solitary cells. She saw no proof, yet the story persisted despite assurances from the staff of the falsehood.
Lost in contemplation, staring at her ebony kid slippers as she walked, Luella failed to notice her companion speaking. She raised her head, paying attention to the gentleman for the first time. He was a slender, tall man with short-cropped black hair, dark brown eyes, and a small mole above his right eyebrow. His mannerisms appeared nice enough.
The elaborate facility employed numerous men and women. They lived in staff-housing on the property, but well away from the main building. Surrounded by a high fence, to give the residence a sense of separation from their work, no patient had access to the staff’s cottages or communal housing.
Have a good appointment, Miss Carey?
he asked again in a soft, undemanding lilt.
Curious, as the staff seemed rather indifferent about their wards, Luella replied, I’ve received better news. Are you permitted to discuss our treatment?
He unlocked a door to the main entranceway of the asylum. A spacious entrance hall, dressed to impress potential clients and families, with vases of flowers and paintings hung on the striped papered walls, made a convivial impression. The main staircase, leading up to the top two floors, fanned out like a glamorous train of a ballgown.
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