Charlotte’s POV
“You’re firing me?”
Kieran stepped out of the way, gesturing to the house. “You heard me. Go. Now.”
I didn’t move right away. I couldn’t believe that he was really doing this, obsessing over a mere assumption, and he wasn’t even listening to two people who were vehemently telling him that he had misunderstood.
He wasn’t even trying to understand.
“You’re not even going to listen to us,” I said quietly.
“Why should I? I’ve heard enough.”
“But the three strike rule—”
“There were plenty of times before today I should have given you more strikes,” he cut me off. “The garden. The library. The sleepwalking. I let all of it go for Nora’s sake.” He crossed his arms. “But this is different. I won’t keep a bad influence in my daughter’s life because she’s grown attached to yo
