When I woke again, it was the middle of the day. Sunlight was shining through the windows and right into my eyes. Someone had come in to throw open those heavy curtains. The garden outside was clearly visible from up here: roses of all colors planted in rows, and rows of dark swirls surrounded by a large olive tree. The guards in black uniforms were marching around as usual, plus there was this stooped young man with brown hair who was talking to one of them. For one heart-stopping beat, I felt ...