The call .

**Henry's Home**

Henry lays Keturah on the bed gently, tucking her in carefully he reached for his phone and dials digits pacing around the room .

There was no response from the call he placed ,he settles on the bed running his hands roughly through his hair.

His phone chimes again. Anne returns his call .

“ Why the fuck did you call Anne ? ” Harry yells over the phone

“ I see no reason why I should not do that Harry .”

“ Why are you yelling ? ” she inquires smacking her lips together

“ Is it because of that little witch ? ” Anne said releasing light chuckles

“ You almost ratted us out Anne . You made me —” he pauses taking a quick glance at Keturah who laid peacefully.

“ You hit your head against hers right ? ” Anne completed his statement in his place noticing the pause

“ How did you do know that ? ” Harry asks clearing his throat while Anne hisses clearly furious .

“ Why are you fucking soft over her and not me ? ” She raises her voice at him

“ what are you talking about ? ”