Chapter 17 – Drop Pants, Not Bombs

(Aiden’s POV)

Deborah and Xavier exchanged glances, wondering how quiet we were at the dining table during breakfast. At first, I thought she would let this slide, ignoring us, not talking, not even looking at each other.

“Hey, Charlie,” Deborah called to the puppy sitting on the rag and biting the edge of the cloth.

Charlie stopped playing and looked at her, tilting his head to his side, recognizing her call.

“Did something happen last night?” She asked as she lifted her mug.

Instead of answering, our puppy returned to what he thought was more interesting, biting the rag. Perhaps even if he could talk, he knew the drill, and that would be not telling Deborah or Xavier what he saw last night. Charlie woke up when Jessamine stepped out of the bedroom and whimpered for a while, sensing something was wrong with us, but when we returned, he curled back into his bed and went back to sleep.

“Nothing happened last night,” I muttered.

“Something happened last night,” Jessamine sighed, standin