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...