Greyson sprinted to the kitchen, his heart racing at the sound of scuffling. Bursting through the door, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in disbelief. There was Kathrin—sitting on top of the fridge.
"What-what are you doing up there?" he asked, completely baffled. "and how did you even get up there?"
Kathrin remained silent, staring down at him with wide eyes.
Greyson sighed, rubbing his temples. "where's the bee?"
Without a word, Kathrin pointed a shaky finger toward the sink.
"Unbelievable," he muttered under his breath. "such a baby."
