Even though I went to bed early in the morning, I awoke early.

I was used to getting up early for Klark's kids, and when I remembered, I was in another house, not ours.

Before I got up, I yawned.

How are the kids doing? Couldn't they have slept in? Could Klark have made them breakfast? Are they already set?

I scowled.

It was as if I just wanted to dash to the house to take care of the kids, and in his case, I was worried that Klark would be angry and that his cat would still be there.

I let out a long sigh.

All I have to...