Fiona
I moved through the servants' quarters in a daze, gathering the few personal items I'd accumulated over the past year, a spare cardigan, a chipped mug I'd grown fond of using during quiet mornings, a small framed photograph of my mother and me that I'd tucked into a drawer months ago and nearly forgotten about entirely.
Word had already spread by the time I made it to the changing room, the staff clustered in small groups throughout the hallways, their expressions ranging from confusion to open shock as whispers of what had happened in Archie's study traveled faster than I could outpace them.
Ruth found me first, her face pale, her hands twisting together anxiously in front of her apron.
"Thea," she started, then stopped herself, shaking her head slightly. "Fiona. I don't even kn
