The light poured through the windows of Gail’s room, but it felt more like a spotlight than sunshine. She curled herself in the armchair, allowing herself to relish the wonderful ending to William's oppression yesterday.

However, her head pounded slightly, even though she had taken the pain reliever that Evelyn gave her when she complained to her after breakfast. She got up from the chair, and paced the length of the room, her every motion stiff with the knowledge that somewhere in the ...