Claire's POV
Not only did I have no clue where Atticus's study was, but all the rooms looked the same! Literally, the halls had the same plush carpeting, the same dark wooden doors, the same windows exactly six feet apart-it was all just similar! When I entered an empty room for the fifth time in a row was when I decided to find help.
I saw a fragile looking girl carrying a pile of grey towels, seemingly lost staring outside as she walked in the halls. It's a maid! I almost wanted to kneel at her feet, that's how happy I was to see her.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, eyes wide in joy. She looked a bit frightened, but reluctantly waved.
"Hello..." She smiled politely. I had a feeling she was wary of people, so I just tried to make the encounter quick.
"Do you know the direction of Atticus's s
