Zephyr POV

Three days after waking up, I began to feel like something was wrong. I couldn't explain it or put it into words but something about this baby felt wrong.

I would always sit in the chair by the window as I held him in my arms and watch him sleep. Don't get me wrong, but my baby was as beautiful as they come, the problem was that when I looked at him, I felt... nothing.

I couldn't feel that connection between me and my baby which was strange for a child I carried for nine good months.

Shouldn't I feel something now? Shouldn't there be recognition? Some instinct...