Chapter 8“This is…depressing,” Westley said, his voice somber. He shook his head. “No, I take it back, this is beyond depressing. I mean, first they don’t even get the dignity of their names, only numbers, and then they get forgotten completely, left to disappear from history?”
Nicolaj reached out, taking his hand and giving it a brief squeeze. “Many asylums have similar cemeteries. Names were left off to protect families from the shame of having someone buried in an asylum cemetery, and thus, every one of these sad souls became a number.”
The cemetery of Rose Hill spread before them and Nicolaj tried to conjure up how it must have looked during the hospital’s heyday. The edges of the forest would have circled the expanse of perfectly groomed grass. In neat little rows the stone markers,
