The morning light shone gently into the conservatory, warming the tiled floor and the high glass windows that looked out onto the gardens. I had tucked myself away there with another book that I wasn’t reading. The truth was, I liked being out here because I could see the flowers swaying in the breeze, and sometimes, if I was lucky, I’d spot the gardeners working quietly, moving about like shadows in the sunlight. 

It felt like a safe spot, far away from the bustle of the main hallways. ...