Cassidy's POV
THREE DAYS LATER
"Would you ever stop crying?" I ask the wailing baby in my arms. I've been rocking him since he finished eating, but still, he hasn't burped.
Just when I feel I've had enough, my baby girl, Zenith, wakes up.
"Oh no, now see what you've done! You've woken your sister up," I scold Samson.
In no time, Zenith starts crying. Her voice comes out lighter and more high-pitched than Samsons. The sound of the both of them crying together completely destabilizes my emotions. To make matters worse, there's no one to assist me. I have cried a lot during this period; I doubt if my tear glands can produce any more.
I've been moved to a private ward, and Dr. Mina visits quite frequently. If not for her visit and that of the nurses I would've been completely alone.
