#Chapter49
Joel's P.O.V
The house was too quiet.
Towel wrapped around my waist and still dripping, it was the first thing I noticed stepping out of the shower.
There was no screaming as Asa ran around the downstairs like it was his own personal amusement park; there was no pounding of feet as he bolted around like a madman.
Which could only mean one thing— he was up to no good.
Pulling on a loose-fitting pair of jeans and a shirt, I made my way down to inspect the damage.
/"Asa?/" I called out when I was greeted by pure silence. There was no giggling— which usually gave away Asa's hiding places— and there was no rustling to indicate that he was helping himself to a snack. The kitchen was empty and the frog still sat on top of the fridge, unmurdered.