“Charity!” I shout back. “We’re in here.”
She runs into the room as though she’s trying to put out a fire. But the moment she sees Theo in my arms, she visibly relaxes.
“There he is,” she sighs, her eyes flitting to Phoenix and then Anna. “What the f**k happened?”
“It turned out to be just a… misunderstanding,” I say, struggling to find the right word.
“This is Anna, my housekeeper,” Phoenix says, though he addresses me, not Charity. “She’s been with me for years.”
I’m surprised by that. The woman certainly has a kindly grandmother vibe about her. But she doesn’t strike me as a very capable housekeeper.
For one, she moves slow. The cane in her hand is evidence of that. For another, she looks like she’s a few years past retirement age.
“The housekeeper took Theo?” Charity pants in di
