I got out of Hampstead Hospital with the help of an unlikely confederate.
The front gate and manicured drive by which my father, Carol and I had first entered wasn’t the only way into the suspiciously peaceful-looking hospital and its environs. There was a back entrance farther down the road, one that was used by trucks delivering food and linens and by …
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