“Mommy….mommyyyy…mommyyyy…”
Chloe's voice was the first thing Cynthia heard when she woke up in the morning. She had slept late and still felt sleepy.
“She's awake,” Harry's voice came next.
A weight on Cynthia's body shifted. Chloe was lying on top of her, staring closely at her face. “Mommy, wake up.”
Cynthia cracked her eyes wider and looked at her daughter. “Why are you up so early?”
“It's not early,” Chloe said. “Mommy, we are hungry. Come and make breakfast.”
Cynthia yawned and rubbed her eyes. She felt like it hadn't been two hours since she went to bed. “Okay, okay…” she trailed off when she remembered Kane was supposed to make food. Her eyes shifted to the boys who were standing beside her bed. “Hasn't Daddy made breakfast yet?”
“Daddy is not home,” Harry re
