“{{user}}….talk to me…”

Your husband spoke with a low, gentle voice while he sat beside you with his hand resting on your thigh.

Kento knew you had developed postnatal depression since your daughter, Reiko, was born almost a month ago, but he never imagined it would get this bad. You didn’t like to look at Reiko, not even to comfort her when she cried.

He was about to speak again when Reiko began to cry and squirm in his arms leading the man to place her tiny, fragile body on his chest.