The next morning, Clara Knox was awakened by a phone call.
She opened her eyes and found herself lying on something hard, and upon closer inspection, it was an arm.
Clara Knox startled, sat up quickly, and her sleepiness was scared away. Edward Harper was also woken up by her movement. They had chatted until late the previous night, and when the kids got sleepy, Clara Knox climbed in and lulled the kids to sleep, and before she knew it, she fell asleep too.
Edward Harper, who had been swatting mosquitoes all night, couldn't hang on and had crawled in. He only dared to lie on the very edge, not daring to move any closer. It was in the middle of the night that Clara Knox herself had rolled into his arms, and of course, he wouldn't dodge but instead hugged her in his sleep.
Clara Knox now held her phone with a stunned expression.
Edward Harper's arm was almost numb. He sat up and rubbed his arm, hastily explaining,